Saturday, November 15, 2008

15. Exploding Balls

Don’t throw the ball at me
I don’t play any more.

Mom says, balls are no longer innocuous
No longer objects of play
They explode in the hands of the catcher
Specially when thrown by a stranger.

I love playing with balls
No other game is as entertaining
But I don’t like exploding balls
Which may not come only from strangers.

Mom says, sit at home and watch TV
Or play games on the computer
In these days of exploding balls
No other prescription is better.

1 comment:

Aviral said...

After a string of well written poems, this one is a bit disappointing. The subject of the poem is not very clear. Overall-good.