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The advance to premiership
Continued into September,
The first six-pointer of the season
Battle for the summit of Champions’ league
Opening fifteen minutes, promised the home fans
Entertainment and the night to celebrate.
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Eighteen minutes goal one
Thirty-one minutes goal two
Four two minutes goal three,
“Surely, it’s not Christmas?” dazed home fans asked each,
It still ninety-six days, the fans calculated
But goals were handed out like wrapped presents.
It was the last day of Ramadan
And tomorrow Eid-al-fitr, the Festival of Fast-Breaking
Were the goals Eid presents?
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Mouth watered at the contemplation of
Tons of pilao and Zarda rice,
Aroma of samosa, pakora and kebab
Jockeying the wind and
Tons of soft drinks
None allowed to leave without partaking.
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The presents are always
Gold or silver embroider shirts for boys
Bright pink, red or blues salwar kameez and always
Rainbow striped glass bangles for girls,
Multi-coloured jumper or cardigan for men,
Never anything useful.