Five is the pleasant time to gather
Its when the eve sun doesn't bother
The eyes of the players in the field
As and when they run in the field.
Sometimes my kick goes in the empty air
Where friends cheer me or give a glare
I run back to my position and touch my hair
So that I do not give them my crooked stare.
The tricky dribblers find their ways
To amuse me or take to a place
To get or pass the ball as they run
Where I just run to kick the ball with fun.
Soccer or football they call by these name
Which I love to play because it's a game.