It Shifts from my Hands

It sifts from my hands -

It rises from the court

It fills the air with rotation

In the direction of the rim -


It makes a game Face

Of Kobe, and Jordan -

Unbroken Shots from a shooter hand

Unto the basket again -


It reaches to the  Rim-

It wraps it Net and Surface

Till it is lost in the Bucket -

It deals another 2 points


To Bounce, and Bounce - and Bounce -

A Summer’s empty Gym-

Acres of hard court, where games were,

Full of records and games-


It round shape of a Sphere

As Round as ever -

Then it’s Basketball - like God -

It will not be denied its destination -


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