Under its gaze
Childhoods were made.
Give us a ball
any ball
cricket ball
tennis ball
football
rubber ball
torn ball,
block of wood,
a pebble
or a wad of paper
held by rubberbands
Dribble, dribble
shoot
cartwheels
push, shove, fall
scuffle, scuffle
scrapped knees
dirty shirts
torn shirts
arms on each other shoulders
sharing Ganna juice
one by two
limping back home
way past our time
HeeHeeHee
O what fun.
The Mumbai Courts besides it
© Arun Shanbhag
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