taanya khanna

Rookie (17 april 1994 / delhi, india)

Euro-The Football Spirit - Poem by taanya khanna

What's a ball without a kick
That's almost how we try and trick
Like mountaineers with cold food
We are always down with a football shoot
Craving for the last minute bounce
We end up blowing the goalie down
Football's what we need
Football's what we breathe
That's what we crave for and
That's what we live for
It's the time, it's the year
Only 42 days and we'll clear
the EURO waves and kick it start
with some rocking glory
to end it up with the EURO trophy.


Comments about Euro-The Football Spirit by taanya khanna

  • Rookie - 108 Points Brian Jani (6/16/2014 4:13:00 PM)

    Taanya i like this one, keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 27, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, April 28, 2012


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