At times, we cry, for what if all was love
Then we realise, to accept, there is jealousy too in the world,
I stood up today
Took the oath, to try again, to meet my ends, before the game ends
Who wins, is not the concern, for victory is not just a word
But an attitude, a glory and a mission,
De ride and run to win, should be in harmony
This is but a word
To understand that, this path is filled with roses
Not with nails & thorns, that hurt, no
This is to learn, that destiny is but an answer
To the question you seeked,
That harmony is but a question
To the desire expressed
That desire is but a reflection
Of what you are
That what you are is but the inner calling
The soul, the guiding sprit, and the essence of the ultimate
Which flows freely, towards us,
As we belong to the one essence
And that is love
And that is peace, joy, compassion and all that beauty is meant for