If you think Diago that you only know how to play the game / Then you must know /That we all play the game with you / If you think Diago that only you know how to dribble / Then you must know/We can dribble faster than you / For the delight that you inspire / Moves faster than your stocky rounded legs / Yet we try to follow you every moment / Die to watch you everytime run like a Tiger /With a beauty which finds a solace in fierce aggression.
Copyright: Shamik Bose 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem