FIFA
I loved him; still do
Though no more as father
Shame on her, his daughter
She once was my lone love
Now it is different, she is “Hell”,
I missed him, thanks to her.
He hated football games
Both by looks and comments
In silence I listened, respectful:
“These men are crazy.”
One ball and, so many after it? ”
He said so, and I loved.
Best part was “honestly”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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