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¶ 1
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On a green pitch
Buddha dribbles hard
His bundled up hair falls,
Buddha the long-haired
football star,
rains pour
heaven rejoices,
Ronaldo the bug-teeth
Bald-headed football star
Steals the ball
Steals the crowd
And the game –
Buddha 0 : Ronaldo 1
Buddha beams a compassionate smile
Summons his manifestations and
Sets the ball in motion,
The crowd roars and shrieks
Eleven thousand Buddhas
Dribbling eleven thousand balls,
Ronaldo stands akimbo
Looks at the blacked-robed referee
Who is but counting, counting, counting
Eleven thousand goals scored –
Buddha 11000 : Ronaldo 1
¶ 2
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After the game at a bar
Ronaldo sits dejectedly
Sipping his Bloody Mary,
Buddha comes with his begging bowl,
Over a plate of French fries
Ronaldo asks
“What is the secret of your goal-scoring?”
Buddha beams a compassionate smile
And says
“It’s all in your mind”
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