Timepiece ticked to blow whistle
Menacing a scoreless wrestle.
Silence chocked the spectator,
Adding five minutes was the reporter.
The pitch soaked to its pinnacle
In lethargy, players held a canticle
As drenched legs sought a miracle
For a skillful kick to curb obstacle.
Behind nets lay the ball
Thrills invaded the soccer mall
Climate turned cheery
As triumphant scent smelt merry.
The potent claimed victory,
As the impotent railed awry.
A mysterious end parted terraces
Amidst extra five minutes.
Fifth minute stood gloriously
Predictors oozed joyously
For elation steered the space
As emotions poured champ’s face.
Read – Timer – A Poem by Omadang Yowasi, Uganda
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