- Vol. 06
- Chapter 06
The Frozen Walk
Football: where neither the ball is spherical
Nor is it kicked with a foot as often as it sounds.
I would not know, because in the glimpses I got
From the Youtubed (24x7) Late Night show references,
There were terms packed in pom-poms (?!), inert
Words, internet-shipped, gloriously spilling mid-air,
Weather ricocheting like a deferred delivery
As if we all wore the sweaters too soon, in the
American summer scorching across both the
Hemispheres, with ads like 1789 war-songs (on sale).
It’s 20th of March, 3:20 PM, I am 3 going on 20,
There is no way to finish this frozen walk.
Superbowl: was it Beyonce who won it?
NFL: is it close to IPL or EPL or LOL?
Pitch: was it a patch of grass with new ideas?
Home-run: is it where one runs home in words?
It is long since I was caught, mid-tiptoe to sheepskin,
I have changed tracks now. I’d rather stay iridescent