ROLLING GAME

   *  ROLLING GAME  * 

                           -A.F. EKBAL.

Recollect those days, used to play with marbles  

By the side of muddy rural ways  

Roaming with marble-friends  

Daring the dust and clays and drizzles ! 

By the night those marbles used to become the fireflies- 

As if I moved behind them miles and miles  

Leaving the habitation nearby far aback ! 

The marbles thrown once would roll and roll up into the holes, 

That had been the game, 

The game of passion in boyhood years,  

Who knew it would repeat alive? 

Yes, the marble thrown long ago on the earth   

Rolling and rolling up  

Moving towards the deep inside the earth !

Men used to play with marbles, 

And marbles too play with men !