In the heart of the court, where echoes sing,
A dance of dreams begins with every spring,
The ball, a comet in the sky’s embrace,
Guided by hands that seek their destined place.

Each dribble writes a story on the floor,
A tale of struggle, triumph, and much more,
The rhythm of sneakers on the hardwood stage,
Marks the journey of youth and age.

Under the glow of fervent lights,
The game unfolds in soaring heights,
Players weave through shadows cast,
In a dance that blends the future with the past.

The final whistle, a call to rest,
In victory or loss, we are truly blessed,
For in the game, beyond the score,
Lies the spirit of basketball forevermore.