BPL Match# 30
The Last Game of the First Round
VS
The Beloved BPL
A long wait with hyper, doubt and illusion
If not then what, or no solution
In premonition life goes on, time moves
Will it be there for real or our dreams are on the hooks?
A long feathering wait, in style and beaconing grandeur
The moment came to our hearts and dreams as a saviour
Starving psyche, connotative nostalgia dwindle to decay
For us, for our glory and pride it is sure to stay.
Ruthless frowning time whispers everything moves fast
Now I see aghast how many games have passed?
It came with wonder, it goes away with joy and sadness
But I cry give me those time back, surely with pride and gladness!
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