Never in my life have I felt this alone
Than now on the Wimbledon lawn
As I walk with tremors on the greenery
The crowd can only see the scenery
This is where many legends were born
And many a king and queen sworn
The gazes fall on you from the royal box
As you guess the rival’s next move like a cunning fox
Sometimes the centre court makes you feel at home
But homeless at times when you’re out of form
We are all co-opted to match the tradition
Though we often wonder about this contradiction
May be you will try serve & volley
And soon realise it was your folly
They cannot break your resolve, but only your serve
When you are crowned here, you know you deserve
Even with all these balls, it never really is a ball
And only those succeed who are not afraid of the fall
Over the years many have made it their fort
But no one has ever owned the centre court
After all the pain and misery, you are still not done
You will be back again, stronger, for another Wimbledon
GandhiSpeak 