*My Amazement from the Basketball Court last evening

We strolled to the court, just past four,
Expecting a class, like days before.
But “Sir’s not here,” the guard did say—
An unexpected twist to our day.

I thought they’d cheer and run away,
Relieved of drills and games to play.
Yet something quiet, bold, and true
Unfolded right before my view.

One stepped in, a little shy,
Then two, then three, with heads held high.
No coach, no call, no guiding hand—
Still, they knew just where to stand.

They bounced the ball with careful grace,
Each movement echoing his pace.
They paused for water, took their breaks,
Like dancers gliding over lakes.

No chaos ruled, no games off-track,
Just tiny minds recalling back
The rhythm, order, rules they knew—
And oh, the things young hearts can do.

I sat amazed, with joy and awe,
At how routine can gently draw
The best from children, wild and free—
How structure shapes their liberty.

They played till dusk began to fall,
Still asking softly, “Time to call?”
Their spirits strong, their focus pure—
A lesson deeper, to endure.

Schedules matter—this I see,
But more than that, how bright they’ll be
When given space, yet shown the way—
Our children shape the world each day.