An apologetic thought
An apologetic thought
P K Routray
Wimbledon tennis, since nineteen sixty three,
I have been privileged to read and see,
Now live on TV channel, earlier in the news paper,
covering from Champion Margaret Smith to Serena William, and Mckinley to Roger Federer.
I have been enjoying the actions and thrills to my heart’s content,
but many questions observations always peep and are lying in me latent.
Some I submit here as they are and some after analysis with my inferences,
I beg pardon for my erroneous interpretation if any and for the variances.
Tennis needs stamina, strength and speed,
agility, game-craft, intellect, luck to support and feed,
with an extra sense built over training and learning by sincerity and hard works, exposures and opportunity and inborn qualities and talents as a champion’s marks.
All these are evident and amply present in the participating players,
in some less and in some more making some as champions and some as losers.
All the players in this tournament look genius but with champions being beyond genius human,
We look at them with awe and wonder and bow at them as superman.
In the tournament many favorites fail and many break their hearts at the loss,
Some bag fabulous fortunes and some win kudos.
Previous winners once heart throbs of many now forsaken and for gotten,
decorate the galleries watching the show with broken emotion.
They are at times focused only to break the monotony,
remembering the laurels once their own add to their agony.
A champion even of record breaking reputation loses impotence at the scythe of time,
only they are referred in Google net for record, reference or objects of pastime
Many a romance occurs, many a relationship breaks among the celebrities,
concluding the inference as in spite of all their achievements they are like common human species.
In women’s singles of this year we saw Madam William with masculine instinct,
prompted by my latent musings I compared her with Margret Smith playing with wooden racket now extinct.
This year’s ladies’ final showed time is not far,
when man and woman will fight on the court like in many fields where they are at par.
The power and agility of ladies have matched those of their male counterpart,
but the sweetness, softness and grace the natural ornaments of ladies as exhibited by Margaret and Evonne on the court were found as shunned apart.
I request the sports psychologists to analyze the afterlife of at least the champions,
To suggest what should be done so that champions do not slip from a life of divine to that of a demon.