Game Of Stones
Somewhere into the mountains we used to go
Thrilled by the life wonders and stones to throw
Birds in lofty nests, were never feeling in peace
Kids like us, were back then called'' the flying Eblis''
Once settled in the mountains' best warm resort
We would gather Menhir-like stones, or of the sort
Erect them deep into earth, and line them in one row
The stone called Bride is the header, and let's go !!!
By turns, we would hit the stones till all are down
While the poor bride is always down at first round
Being in the vanguard, it endures all the blows
And when there's a winner, listen to what follows :
The winner could ride the loser along the zone,
A shuttling ride until the loser is utterly done.
Game of stones was such a childhood fun.
A natural play not just game of thrown stones.
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