This is not a game

Imtiaz

Standing on that line,
To himself…. “Akhi don’t miss this time”

Eyes.. fixated… firm,
Determined … In his favor this game with turn

His accuracy from this range was questioned,

Would he make it… when his name was mentioned ?

Many have stole, crossed, and rejected…

But today, his aim, be of those few… selected.

No Bird, No Magic, No Baylor

Could tell the tail of this long lost sailor

Times gone by he would miss the call,

Instead today his goal, be amongst those necks… tall

The clock is ticking, will he make the buzzer (buzzah’)

To whom today will you proclaim to be a lover (lova ?)

Raising the hands to end the story,

Proclaiming the Mighty the highest in glory…

Subhaana ala humma wa bihamdika
wa tabaara kasmuka wa ta’aalaa jadduka
wa laa ilaaha ghairuk

From his memory these words he leveled,….never again sitting among those…Disheveled

Forget the final four…
Muslims, know the real and right score.