Volleyball
Was my class’s game.
We played it all six years
In beating heat sweating,
Or in slushy mud rain
And all free hours.
His eyes near the net would
Follow mine before I set to serve
It would give me the power
To get it over.
It was friendly. When it
Mattered I didn’t play. Just
Watch or read with Aaku,
Su, Pri, Pro, Niki, Peeni, Hemal,
Amu and Jyo squealing or
Calling in the background.
Here I am, watching the dynamic
Game in college, my new class
Playing.
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