Scored it is for ever more
Upon cold wet clay
The state of play
Marking the lay of the land

A score and more
The times they lay
When it was time to say
Time, it slipped from their hand

Score again to win for sure
A game the only way
Cheer on with a lusty bay
As if this the last stand

The score of course it wrote itself
Notes did themselves array
The song that meant to carry away
The steady rhythmic band

A score we knew we did not keep
Between us lay the fray
With nothing to allay
Not for us the sight of land

(For those who like the little play of words on the word ‘Score’ here, do drop by to see this Hindustani verse with similar play on the word ‘Nazar’


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