A Ball - Poem by Jinal Oswal
I want to go away
On a secret place
Where I can stand still
Where there is no race
Love is blind
Faith is like an immature child
Passion is screwed
Feelings are bruised
Emotions are misunderstood
People in the run for a livelihood
Money is everything
A person, is just another bloody thing
I think, I have been through all
Life, for me is nothing but a ball
A kick from here, a kick from there
A goal! Or a ball without air.
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