A Football

I am a football, my shape is round.

When I am kicked, I don’t make sound.

I am a motive, I am the goal.

I make people happy, without any soul.

I am one, but am played between teams of two.

I am thrown from the corner and hit with shoe.

I am targeted to reach the opponent’s goalpost.

When I get in, I make the team win.

People only remember me on ground; but during the rain,

Nobody sees my tears, nobody sees my pain.

But I don’t regret, that’s my fate.

Because I fill happiness and thrill, but not hate