Lagori

Foot on the crooked chalk line, one after another,
Wiping beads of sweat with sleeves, no bother.

Tiny hands clenching a red rubber ball,
‘Neat maar haa’, the ultimate motivational call.

‘Arrey just missed’, and much forehead slapping,
‘Eudhach asel tarr you try na’, some more snickering.

The Lagori glared at the little people, all untouched,
Small hearts, bodies and eyes, drenched in chaos!

‘Tey bagh, the other team got their Yokozuna’,
‘She will maaro a big kick! Aata dhaava!’

Our big tower came, crashing down with a groan;
And as the floors got strewn everywhere,
We dashed to gather our seven stones.