Fifa World Cup A Poem

the real balls are the physiques which are filled full with desires ever ready to show their invincibilities they can turn anyway as desired bounce, turn, twist, shove, slide, glide, sommersault, or run with the legs up in the air the real field are the million things the balls can get the mind to conjure, a plain of fascinations, imaginations fueled by the roars that lift the souls and hearts - a a million ecstasies sweeping through the nerves after the success of a goal in life, we are always on the run on the field of goals everywhere people are on the run chasing after a dream and in the process get a field of everything of life - sweet, sour, bitter, spicy soups we down either with pleasure or with a pinch of salt in life, we are always on the fun on a green green field slip, fal, slide and rise to take on life challenges thrashed from all sides every now and then when the stars cross path and do not shine bright cry in the silence of night when things did not meet well crashed at the ego patted on the back on the illuminated stage held shoulder high kissed in the limelight in life we are always on the run either to life or away from it either to a goal or away from it fifa fifa fifa fifa fifa