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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Rahul casts his poetic nets into deep waters with customary aplomb.
Thanks so much , Louis. Much appreciated.