winter evening and a game of badminton...

Badminton court on grass
with definite five lamps at each end of poles
and the net across in the middle...
set the winter dew in motion...
corked feathers smelling so much of body lotion...
and a green wooden bench
for peers to witness
a titanic clash...
cheers and boos...
grass laden white canvas shoes slipped so often...
giggles rippled the silent yard...
closed windows...drawn curtained doors...
wintry evening ran its simple course...
and the yellow lighted faces...
sweatshirts unhooded roared...
some shadows from memory disc
also sat amidst...
the roar...boos and the cheers...
on white tables a few paces away golden bottles of beer...

Three sets after,the air thickened sure
and hearts pumped more of oxygen
and drops of sweat mixed with the cold nip
sent down slight shivers down from nosetip
to the toes...a downward flow ...
from tired bodies rose a glow
of tungsten burnt...and held in fire...
winter evening hollered in the densest air...

And the neighbourhood would quilt up
for another happy snappy winter...
and its evenings full of youth...
and games of badminton...
with feathery dreams and feathered joys
Running to and fro across the net...
and score cards which kept rolling...
and withered trees with leaves forever falling
to give a particular dress to the streets...avenues...
winter came with old things renewed...

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