A Foot-Ball Game Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

The game, football
Was like a shopping mall.
A mall of pain,
The ball of game.
The players’ wounds
Like one hound, the cry was.
The referee, free,
No ticket for him,
No wicket for me,
No cricket to play.
We watched in uproar,
Wounds they boar,
With also they played, roar,
Roars, for the triumph, for the players.
Their main theme to play their game
Were fun and fame, we knew.
And this not known rain
Clashed this game,
Blazed the thunder,
Was harsh rain.
My place for rest,
God, you’re the best,
Ball, the worst,
The foot-ball game, the worst.
27th March,2009, Friday