sudarshan

THE FREE KICK

The lions are running behind him,

But the dog is fearless,

He was running as he was,

Going upstairs on a terrace.

 

The lions kick the dog,

The referee says it’s a foul,

Oh, it’s a free kick,

The lions roar and scowl.

 

The dog comes running,

The lions get ready,

The dog hits the ball,

It goes as if a magic was put on it already.

 

It bends like a Beckham kick,

The defenders just kept seeing the ball,

They could do nothing,

The ball was bending a lot.

 

The ball moves towards the post,

The keeper moves to the right side,

To stop the ball,

And put it aside.

 

But Oh!, It’s a brilliant shoot,

Straight into the goal,

So powerful,

The net now has a hole.

 

The hole is still there,

The humans think Ronaldo did it,

But the animals know,

About the legendary free kick.

Comments2

  • Cheeky Missy

    Sweet! I quite enjoyed this! Delightful! Excellent.

  • sudarshan

    Thanks.

    Kindly go through my following poems too:

    1) The Election
    2)Nature's Power

    Please opine on this too. I think you have missed it.



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