Top Game

Game of tops Played everywhere My childhood game Tops them all. Hemishpere on top Of an inverted cone Turned out of wood With a pointed pin Colors painted To please the viewer And a yard long cord To pull it to spin The spinning top Now ready to turn. Friendly bunch Each with a top Gather in the shady Tamarind grove Pull the string At ready signal One who spins top In palm of the hand Fast and quick Moves on ahead And one who is last Is called the victim Whose top's Laid on the ground Others keep hitting With spinning tops To direct it to The target line Anyone missing will Retire from attack The remaining proceed Till target's reached Or it may end When everyone retires The game then starts All over again The victim left With a battered top. Childhood days Memories roll What fun it is To pull the cord Spin the top And feel on top Of the world set In a turning mode.