Lap of Life

by Venkat

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The golden ball
On the summit
Of a golden mountain
Smiled as a Sun, bright
At those human eyes
Etched, with its name
Called a Trophy
Chasing it, to sleep on
Till the breath leaves
That warm lap of Life

The leather ball
On the brown edge
Of a bed of grass
Had the last laugh
Bouncing its heart
Into merry mountains
Of feelings
At those human legs
Which lay on the chequered leather
Etched with its name
Called Life
And left the bed of grass
Starved, untouched

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