The Beautiful Game

Hear the whistle blow,
its time to kick off and go;
ninety minutes of excitement
through pure on-field commitment .


The people roar in appreciation
at seeing the skills and imagination
They open their mouths only to cheer,
some may even be drinking beer .


The ball which rolls on from one foot to another,
and the referees who only bother
about playing the game in the fair way
provide the excitement all day .


The game is filled with passes and crosses,
a shouting coach who instructs and bosses,
They try to change the game and make
substitutions which result in the crucial break .


One more whistle is heard at which
the players turn and quit the pitch,
The spectators may cheer or blame,
but Football is The Beautiful Game .

Friends----The flowers in a garden called Life....

The days and nights go
as if they don't know
the pain and sufferings of a human heart
which causes people to split and part .


The pain can be put to ease
if others are ready to try and appease
and commit themselves to constant toil
even at times when tempers boil .


Life is not a bed of roses,
Face the problems it poses;
Ups and downs are the way of life,
Believe and you will overcome any strife .


Friends will always be there
with you to help and care .
They are the ones whose thoughts
bring peace during plaintive mental droughts .


There will always be somebody
to make you feel that you aren't just anybody;
Be happy for them and what they give,
life is to live and let live .