5pm,shoes,socks and hope inside
Taking his sizzling cycle ride
Carefully parks,walks and stand by the side
Smelling the grass,watching a thrilling game
Oh!He is not a part,what a shame
Everyday He watches in regret
Volleys,kicks and slangs on this dew kissed grass
Meekly makes an effort,a pleading sign
Ah,In hesitation, resign
He knows the bends,freekicks and razor reflexes
Why doesn’t he simply ask,is what perplexes
That day,it rained,something within him changed
He gathers courage,to mutter few syllables
Divine was amused by his incoherent babble,heroic yet hysterical
When the blue cap captain gave him a nod
A sign to wait,A glimmer of hope
A chance to play,that delicious dope
5pm,shoes,socks and excitement inside
Taking his steady subtle stride
He runs,reaches and waves at blue cap captain
Smelling the grass,watching the game
Oh,Finally a part,moment of fame
That eventful evening,he grabbed his chance
When Sturdy Sizzler fell into a trance
He entered with an uncomfortable stance
His tryst with football,a riveting romance
Blue cap captain in awe of his swivel and timing
I hope,story made sense with perfect rhyming
Alas! He got a chance to play
5pm,shoes,socks yet,a spirit that shone like a rising Sun