During dictation
And recitation days,
Finishing the things
Was a deadline,
And that was
The reason to smile,
Sauntering!

Bit by bit,
It turned into
A strong desire,
Solidifying!

It now burns
within, heating
The dreams to boil!

To the fence,
It takes you,
To jump
And pick up
The ball,
Thrown earlier!

It is that
Lets you to climb
The hardest hill
And hold the flag
Of your triumph,
With the people,
Clamouring,  
To salute you
And grab
The trumpet card.

It is there,
Working immaculately,
And shaping
You as you wish for!