THE KICK

With spirits high and eyes bright, I stepped into the ground,

Off the hook from books bound,
My friends played football and the ball was passed,
I never knew the ball would to me be passed.
The ball sliced the air as to me it passed,
"What shall i do?” a sigh i blew.
With lasses behind and prestige high,
I raised my leg to kick ball high.
Imagined that the ball would fly,
Into the limitless limit of sky,
I kicked and glanced,
What! Is that dot in sky my ball?
Was i strong to kick ball to a mile,
Joy and pride, both at ecstasy.
The mocking laughs shattered my euphoria,
The ball had passed beneath me.
I hoped against happen,
That earth would swallow me in open,
I lowered my head and stood
Staring at my ugly, unpolished shoes,
With no one to share my woes.
The hyenas laughed and laughed,
Till they couldn't breathe,
The silver lining of the cloud was,
I could make people laugh at ease.