Harshib doesn’t need air but only foot ball to breathe
But alas his physique and intentions don’t match
His team has christened him as ‘the stick’
And everyday, he comes home badly bruised, mauled and fouled
That night as he wiped silent tears and went to sleep
He saw a vision in his dreams
A kind goddess bestowed magical powers upon his football
He woke up that day, all excited and eager
To find out if it was really a vision or a waking dream
He waltzed his way into the football field
At the end of practice, a triumphant Harshib walked out
Gloating at the star players of him team
Lying injured, their pride hurt more than their bodies
This happened every day; Harshib scored goal after goal
He was unstoppable until his captain detected foul play
And changed his ball for another; the little hero froze
He was called out but a little voice spoke in his ears
“The power lies within you; unlock!
A sharp breeze blew, he saw his magical football dancing in the air
Empowering him, encouraging him, ” You go mate!”
Harshib closed his eyes and gave it all he had
“Goal! And what a goal, Ronaldo will be proud!
Screamed their coach, his team mates patted his back
Harshib found his eyes watering, he realised
The power lies in you, you just have to have faith
Work hard and then the magic begins…!