Another long poem - only the second one though;)
With the football fever on, just can't miss out writing on it. But this time central theme is shared with another topic. So hold your breath and read on to find out which topic shares the centre stage with football.
The Magic
There in the dug-out he waited
For his chance to play
On the world's biggest stage
In front of the millions
Today he wanted to play
Not for the crowds
But for his childhood love
A thousand miles away
To honor the promise
Their childhood hearts had made
For that was the last time
They saw each other
And he was sure today
That she will be watching
Just like she used to
Before that fateful day
Waiting for his run with the ball
Enduring the rain and the sun
Only to see him dribble the ball
For this spark started their love
The coach barked - You are on
He jogged on the pitch knowing
A magic he will weave for whenever
She watched, the magic was on
The ball touched his feet
Snuggling around his feet
Like a dog snuggling around its master
Moving around him in circles
Playing with the defender he was
Yet waiting like a hunter he was
For the time was not yet right
And the magic happens only once
Then the moment came, the magic started
The defense frozen in shock
Like a breeze he went through
With ball leading its master
Looking up he saw
The only man still unfazed
But today was his day
His magic will beat him today
And he unleashed his pet
The ball rose moving away
Then curved and dipped
Leaving the unfazed stunned
And he knew it, she knew it
The magic had never scored
For though it produced the spark
It always doused the fire - their love...
There it is. This blog has been moving into unchartered waters for some time now. So do throw up some light on the way with your feedback. :)
On a different note, the upsets on Spain and Germany and a listless England, the world cup would miss out the attacking talent these teams have and a whole lot of goals. Hope they tighten their games and we have a great rounds of football ahead!
