32 years ago..

32 years ago in 1982 when i was of age 21 and had been one young in prime,
and each thing i did and each sport i played in playing court.. but played fair and in open.. not a crime,

simple human with simple roots.. simple town boy.. ah! simply in love.. of course in those days,
not had encouragement and resources (racquets and shuttles) but played with old wooden racquet just not to be an astray,

who shall be jealous within all the times.. like those burnings inside much like some jibby,
rather.. i enjoyed the sweats on wintry nights at playing courts.. much as human and not as one stooge,

who never enjoys own work.. and the games to be played are expensive.. and in those formative years depend upon those who care and like to see excel,
lots of patience and sacrifice is made to bring up a champion.. then are there any to adore those mentors.. and none is propelled,

or forced to form a view abt all these adoring a few.. who did have their own simple dream,
thus provided each and every resource.. stayed..persisted..educated..travelled..hid pains.. calmed down own screams,

just to bring up one of the finest human being ever.. who shall be champion of each and every sort,
who later on as one parent should think..whether she or he shall extend that kind of support,

to one wanna be champion.. thou existing champion now is much more popular and richer,
but then what if.. in wannabe champion there is no clamour for new accessories and fitness regimes.. n instead becomes one treacher,

whose job... be burning.. be abusive.. be dictator.. to some or one.. then should look within to know own faults,
through knowing thyself.. responsive.. regressive.. revenging or what..bt still.. i living like.. good.. i believe.. not of freaky fraught....