Vera Sidhwa


Game - Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Ball

The soccer and the football,
The baseball and the tennis ball
Had a trajectory only half of it's own
For it was lead by the player.

Your life will not move by itself
In the correct direction
If you are not the leader.
Then you may be sorry but maybe ecxatic.

For the effort and the action
You put forth will result in a hybrid way.
The player and the object will be the result together.

Topic(s) of this poem: countryside


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 30, 2015



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