Time was passing

And i was gazing

 Everyone played and I dreamed

My leg was in pain

so my play was in vain

Lonely,I sat with a swollen foot

but my mind was saying what?

Oh! I too wanted to play,

but my thoughts were in disarray.

I saw a solitary bee,

I whom I considered me

A spider net was lying across him as a LOC

And I understood that he was at sea

My thoughts about bee

Smuggled as a ball chipped in.

I looked to my sprained foot

Oh!its time to hang up the boot.

I remembered those golden times

That were as sweet as wines

I came back to my sense

When the play was stopped at once

I stood up and slowly

But remembred the bee that was lonely.

Oh!wonderful ,it had crossed the LOC laid by

And my mind thought wider.

A thought flashed across my mind

Which Ifelt as calm as a wind.

I looked to my feet as my

mind murmured,"this is your LOC

And over it should you win by bearing some pain which will be great

Ithanked the brave little bee

As the football at the corner smiled.