Soccer . When I hear the whistle It’s like a cannon Giving the signal for the game to start A war between warriors With a victory on their mind With the aim of bypassing the keeper, Getting the ball inside the goal The ball touching the net Setting off the crowd Hearing the screams From […]
from:- “The Goals of Bingo Boot” And all the while in streets and parks On pitches large or small Without a proper pair of boots Sometimes without a ball! With tin cans in the clattering yard In weather cold or hot Young Bingo shimmied left and right And scored with every shot . His poor […]
THE TRAFFIC- JAM POEM There is no end to waiting Time is as infinite As frustration. “This too shall pass” As everything does. But in the middle In the neartime waiting It seems we are all Slowly slowly slowly Inching along Late already Unable to know The way out Or the way in To anywhere […]
