Poetry

Love All

The Whistles would Blow,
Points would be Played,
Count will be Kept,
Fouls would be Slapped.
Points to Games
And Games to Set.
We’ve to Go Through
With Pressure and Fret.

It is Us, for God’s Sake.
Why should One Rise
And the other Must Fall?
Why should One Sit
While the Other stands Tall?

Let’s make a Pact,
Once and For All.
On One’s Advantage,
We’ll Reset to Love All.


Photo Credit: anais_anais29

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