Dribble

The game brings a heady buzz,

stadium swarms with human-bees.

The players shuffle and fuss,

butterflies flap royal wings.

Dice wobble as the ball rolls,

colours dazzle in the wave.

Flags flutter amidst uproar,

emotions dribble, enslave.

And, tho for pride friendships cease-

warring nations would find peace.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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