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meennaakshi Singh

Thriller


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meennaakshi Singh

Thriller


Gallistic Gale

Gallistic Gale

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A little of me, more of my spirit

Above roared the scorching sun

But the game had to be won.

The goal was far, leaped the strength

From within.

Opponent too strong defended like a hawk

Yet the defender barged ahead

Overshot the ball

Raced and menaced to the boundary

Giving us alone a chance to get above the equalizer.

All eyes on us, stadium cheering

Thousand voices yelling, steering our wits

Cheering our souls. 

Referee's whistle, the arched us 

Zoomed ahead 


A beast in me sauntered to head the rising challenge

Leaped with all my push, broke into the power of it

With all my senses reeling under the impact I charged.

Without waiting for the crowd to yell we knew we had won it.

The lone goal by me

As I lay flat kissing the ground

With the teammates gathered around

The clear-headed goal, everyone astound.

A little me but not so little of me anymore.


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