Fate And Football Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Yeah.The ball is now in my court.
I`m taking it along ahead to the goal.
Things are looking up pretty well.
And I`m jolly sure that I`ll make it.

But things won`t be the same as today.
The ball never stays in the same court.
This rolling ball calls so many players.
Yeah. All wait for their good turn in game.

And we all are at this bloody daily game.
Who cares here the yellow or the red card?
No flag tells that the ball is outside and it`s unfair.
No whistle blows to call the break until it`s over.