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Carom Game
Carom Game
Life is like the carom game
One has to play it
Be it blame, shame or fame;
You are given a striker specially wrought
You have to strike a draught,
Draughts (Pieces) are there
White, black and only one Queen
To cash her in, everyone is keen;
You have to push in the pocket
Either black or white
In one game that is your right,
Strike, gentle push, brush or rebound
The striker plays abound,
Sometimes you have to cover the Queen
There only your skill is seen,
When with board feel you friction
With powder you have to overcome attrition,
At times wears out the striker
You have to replace it, with one even mightier,
Circles and lines on the board, moderate the game
Play you must, within their frame,
Simple is this game to explain
The striker is your gritty act plain,
Draughts (Pieces) are challenges, obstacles
Or opportunities strewn at random
You ought to pocket them with wisdom,
Your highest goal is the Queen
Pocketing her, kingdom you can win,
After winner's finish
Your left out draughts you should count
That is your losing account,
At every moment
On life's board, we play this game
Play it skillfully without putting blame,
With keen desire, you will surely win
You'll be the King and yours will be the Queen
Life is like the carom game
One has to play it
Be it blame, shame or fame;
You are given a striker specially wrought
You have to strike a draught,
Draughts (Pieces) are there
White, black and only one Queen
To cash her in, everyone is keen;
You have to push in the pocket
Either black or white
In one game that is your right,
Strike, gentle push, brush or rebound
The striker plays abound,
Sometimes you have to cover the Queen
There only your skill is seen,
When with board feel you friction
With powder you have to overcome attrition,
At times wears out the striker
You have to replace it, with one even mightier,
Circles and lines on the board, moderate the game
Play you must, within their frame,
Simple is this game to explain
The striker is your gritty act plain,
Draughts (Pieces) are challenges, obstacles
Or opportunities strewn at random
You ought to pocket them with wisdom,
Your highest goal is the Queen
Pocketing her, kingdom you can win,
After winner's finish
Your left out draughts you should count
That is your losing account,
At every moment
On life's board, we play this game
Play it skillfully without putting blame,
With keen desire, you will surely win
You'll be the King and yours will be the Queen
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Carom Game
Carom Game
