Kavya Leo Vakkayil

Freshman - 711 Points (7/12/1991)

In The Spirit Of The Game - Poem by Kavya Leo Vakkayil

The field was big and green
The crowd was yelling to cheer
The teams were on the ground
I stepped; walked my dreamland

I closed my eyes one time
There I saw the little yard
Where I used to play long back
With all my childhood friends
The bat was always small
Still I used to hit the balls
With all the force I have
Till it cross the boundaries

This time I stood here
Amidst of cheering crowd
I hit the ball again
Till it crossed the boundaries
I let the ball fly high
To touch the sky again
I know I wished this day
For a million times my life

I believed its worth to play
Everyday that passed my life
The spirit was unique: I said
I was born to play the games

I always loved the way
Its wired inside my brain
It lives in all my cells
As I feel it everyday
The spirit never lost its shine
It brightened every passing day
I wish this world knows
What it means when I say;
Its not 'just a game'
But a way to free my soul.

Topic(s) of this poem: games, sports, game


Comments about In The Spirit Of The Game by Kavya Leo Vakkayil

  • Paul Amrod (8/31/2017 5:49:00 PM)


    Hi Kavja, I am the son of two physical education teachers. my mom and my dad. I played baseball and my Dad was a catcher for the New York Giants. I love sports and am a musician that plays also physical music. Your poem is therefore for a cry for freedom that I am allowed to enjoy sports. However it is often difficult when you have learn how to lose as well. Thanks for an energy loaded poem. Hit that bal over the fence man! Greetings, Paul (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, November 12, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 12, 2015


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