*Kickstart*

I have lived upto my title-
'Window Breaker' of the town.
A simple boy with a black and white toy,
A ball in hand, a face without frown.

The green was my home,
The walls were my strategy grounds,
Black pentagons, white hexagons,
Before my feet, chased away by hounds.

A swish with the wet land,
A swosh in the netted goal,
In this prestigious world of football,
Number one, I've been on the poll.

A brotherhood of eleven,
A family unbound by the maps,
A victory dance lasting four years,
A song of adrenaline screams and claps.

A dire desire to bring the whole world
Waltz and ballet on velvet vert,
Kick starting a passion on the dirt,
And ending by a grassy hearth.

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A/N:

For this poem, picture any of your favourite footballer telling his story of glory.

Tell me your views on it.

#Day16complete

Lovelove!

P.S. : Thank you so so much guys for all the votes and comments. And for the #4. This was all because of you guys! Love you loads!