Morning-(Football Version) Poem by KuNaL agarwal

Morning-(Football Version)



To kick-off the night,
Morning came in white;
by reflecting light,
it makes the world bright;
though the sun is at height,
it never seems to be tight;
but the discrimination in light,
in the distribution to bright;
the parts of the world,
though bveing round-around;
'one being bright while other is having night.........'

Like the first half of the match,
it prepares us to catch;
to be on top in a while,
though we can combine;
to peace-up the proceedings,
or to fever-out the wings;
so there could be rings,
of the crew to the mings.
Time begins with it in loyalty,
like there is penalty;
all seems to be crowded,
as we are prouded;
as we goes roll,
like we have a goal...............
May there could be other season,
if it had another reason;
like we are cruzing,
or gonna be losing;
bcozzz of the foreigner,
or the things held in corner;
whatever it would be,
the fact is to shed,
as we have given red.
What can i say in last,
as it came bcoz of our past;
this poem should be like this,
as i decided to mak-ka,
when i listen 'waka-waka'............... :)

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