In the realm where shuttlecocks soar,
And racquets wield with skillful chore,
Amidst the court where lines define,
A passion ignites, a game divine.
The shuttlecock, a fleeting sprite,
In flight it dances, swift and light,
A game of skill, a sport of grace,
In every rally, we find our place.
On sunny days or moonlit nights,
We play our game with sheer delights,
For in the joy of badminton's flight,
We find our solace, our purest light.
With nimble feet and focused gaze,
In rhythmic dance, our spirits blaze,
On glossy floor, we swiftly glide,
With every stroke, our hearts collide.
With every serve and every smash,
In friendly rivalry, we clash,
Yet in the end, it's all in fun,
For in this game, we're all as one.
So let us gather, one and all,
And heed the beckon of the call,
To play the game we all adore,
Badminton, forevermore.
RISHITA
22-Feb-2024 01:22 AM
Awesome
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Mohammed urooj khan
17-Feb-2024 03:59 PM
👌🏾👌🏾
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Reena yadav
16-Feb-2024 08:09 AM
👍👍
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