The promise

football match

There was a part of home,

We were sit inside it,

You and I were sit far,

But thanks to a football match,

Our favourite play of entertainment,

A game full of fervor and strength,

Sometimes you saw me,

Sometimes I gazed you,

And sometimes at our favourite,

And dear player's movement,

When both of us screamed out,

At the first goal of the game,

I remembered it was world cup,

And i had asked having little confidence,

Would that our team win?

Hundred and five percent,

You had said in great cob,

And fortunately this 'our' word,

Stopped us for a while,

We again were gazing each other,

And a known smile played on your lips,

My scary heart had nothing to scare,

It was again bacome young,

And slowly but gaily,

I had replied also with a smile,

Then again a goal diverted us,

But you had screamed again,

This time your hands touched mine,

It was again our favourite player,

And I was more happy about the touch,

Its loving current than the goal,

Though he was also my favourite,

Again she saw me and said,

What a fantastic goal, no?

But I was somewhere inside my dream,

she was touching me again and again,

Smiling just like she had smiled,

Returning the spring of my life,

But suddenly a sensational spread inside,

It was sharp but shoft,

She had nailed me by her big nails,

Then again she asked the question,

And I had clearly seen her lips going up and down,

And I answered,'this is the best goal of him.'

And it was time to shoot penalty,

He was standing just behind the ball,

Our fingers were crossed and eyes were closed,

We both were reciting the holy poem of jesus,

God of our faith and honesty,

And a loud cheer came out of tv screen,

We both open our time at the same time,

And he was running waving his kisses ,

all along the ground and towards his country flag,

You had started jumping there like a child,

I was looking your craziness standing there,

And suddenly you embraced me,

I was in surprise and you could see my face,

You had forgotten my guilt

Thanks to the football match,

And thanks to our hero, our legend, our love,

His back to back three goals had turned our life,

Our team had won the match ,

And when she lift her head from my shoulder,

She had tears, and had asked,

Are you again crazy about me?

Yes I am,

Do you leave me again?

No, never,

I never let you go.

I too.

I love you very much.

I love you too.

Let's enjoy our victory,

That's kind of you....