Play And Work.
Play And Work.
How strange is that
The player in me dies a natural death
Every weekend it gets a new life
As out of my busy working schedule
I step out on the ground at nine.
The same pathway that leads to my office
Looks like a way to hell the whole week
Sunday makes the same way
Pathway to heaven and breath with glee
As the player in me is now set free...
The bag I hold for the rest of six days
Is replaced by the ball with which I love to play
The dedicated player is dedicated at work too
As sports give me lessons I apply at work
Like failures are next chance to try your better luck
And its a team that wins as a single player is worth nothing...
Like not every ball is the same
So are the situations in life that must be faced with confidence...
Its the sportsman spirit to be happy in others victory
And to be happy that you at least gave your best at it...