not just a racquet game

Not just a racquet game

If it were just a racquet game,
The pleasure in the pain wouldn't be the same,

These men of regards yet humble at their sport,
Converging daily into a four walled court,

The squash arena, a cauldron, a provider of sweat n adrenaline,
Challenges the unflagging desire,

To outdo the competitors,
They start with a usual knock, and gain momentum,

Rattled by the loss suffered yesterday, or a day before,
Vigorously they try and move the score,

The eleven on the ticker seems near,
If it were so easy, we wouldn't be here,

Forgotten are the ills that chase us outside,
We strive to triumph on our insides,

The mighty swing of the racquet,
Or a delicate nick from the centre of the bracket,

Strategies, some planned, others invented,
Today's battle of squash, was played till our bodies contested..