Aires Of Bliss Poem by Jananie Balaji

A match that daunted even the dauntless, outright n sheer
Rivals on the battlefield, though, otherwise, yferes
Playing with sprits of gallant kings, but balling like wazirs
A tsunami of hopes n prayers, calling for glory or biers

A game so precarious, in a moment, one could veer
Goals for aye that kindled many a million sundry fears
Sweats that were unheeded amidst bitter, blue jeers
Years of titles now so far, but were once so, so near

A romp, where respect demands ceaseless repartirs
Shoes the fulcrum, feet the lever pawning engineers
The monochrome ball of fame, chased by master musketeers
Kicked around and booted to stop by goly brigadiers

A wait that lasted 36, long, long years
Balls played against the din of très maddening cheers
Quadrennial chances limning labour, Oh so dear
By legs that bled sweat, pulling through agonising failures

By and by, there came the day when everything was clear
The champions had p(l) ayed the penalties and won their souvenirs
The trophy of gold was worth the wait, happiness is here
As every Argentian's smile proudly shines through tears!