Nandini
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Photo image source: Daniel Norin
A Ball for All . . . . No Game.
I know, I know, of the cup that cheers but doesn’t inebriate;
But the world cup sure gives no cheer for some close affiliate
For those that know and see, and get conditioned to the game
Its misery and sorrow I heard, and what to speak of shame?
For the World Cup that may chee, is sure not writ on their fate!
Oh! come on, it’s all in the game, said one, a wager won;
While another, who knew naught – a village idiot, told his son:
“My God ! why all the kicks and fights over ONE ball?
Can’t I donate a player, a ball, and send them back happy as all?
Will that not end the strife & ill feeling over that ONE goddamn ball ?”
I wish the world cup was so simple.
In my younger days, my eldest sister often quoted :
Yes if wishes were horses, beggars would ride
& If turnips were watches I’ll wear one on my side!
But die hard gamers will say the game has become simple as ever. That’s all we can take in this iron age. Adult, muscular and athletic men kick around a small airy ball and cry over missed posts and nets, while a whole nation can swoon, exult or drown in depression.
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