From across the field, the golden cup stared at me and laughed.
The tournament, the finals; so near yet so far.
The ticking clock, absence of goals-certainly not the apt.
The brunt of fierce forwards failed to leave a scar.
The eerie silence of the crowd, made the heartbeats yet louder.
Every passing minute, and the midfielder in me grew weaker.
The fatigue, the spasms! The rough fight had done its work.
Fouls, injuries and the last-minute strains. Could the match be more berserk?
Every night I dreamed, and fancied about being here,
Finally, the moment's here. But it’s not possible I fear.
The hopes of nation rests on us. The perfect time to prove my worth.
I can’t let the nation down. Ought to be chances to unearth.
The fast-paced end frightened me. Now it's up to destiny.
Always been the underdogs. Now one chance 2 taste glory!
The failure, the disgrace! Wish there was a way out.
Ran the striker towards the net, the crowd stood up to shout!
From all the sides, the defenders came. But still he shot ahead the ball,
His aim wasn't the net. Rather, the ball was aimed at MY feet.
Now it was all up to me. Felt like time just froze us all.
I kicked the ball with all my might, past the goalie and into the net!
Crowd from silence to applause, team mates threw me high in air.
Under-achievers to champions. Seems a fairy tale I swear!
This was the feeling I dreamt of and finally success was mine.
All the glory bowed down at my feet. Almighty, these deeds are thine!
Holy god has made life tough, a battle for success it is,
Obstructions are meant to come and destroy pleasures and happiness.
Power of hope, does work wonders. The ultimate shield of life it is.
Enlightened is the one who fights his fears; success is the virtue he possess!
- July 12, 2010
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