Word Cup Fever Poem by lalitha iyer

THE DECIBELS BUZZED
INTO DEAD HOURS OF NIGHT
DARK WORLD LIT UP
DRAGONS PLAYED THE CUP

WE SAT AND SAT
WATCHED SANDWICHED
ITCHING NOT FROM OUR PLACES
SWITCHING NOT THE LEGS AND FACES

WATCHING THE BALL THAT PASSED
ON AND ON IT CROSSED
FROM EXTREME ENDS TOSSED
LIFE OF TWENTY TWO IT FORCED

WHAT A GOAL IS
LICKING THE NETS
IS GOD'S OWN TRICK
THE CURVING LOB
PEEPING OUT AND IN
LIFE HUNG ON THE THROBS
GOALS AND HOPES
THRASHING ONES DREAMS

HEROES HAILED
LOSERS WAILED
HANDS OF DESTINY
MADE SOME MASTERS
SOME WOUNDED LUSTERS..........