Wriiten by AnkuGarg

Tears glistened, eyes sparkled,
When he understood the meaning;
Freedom didn't mean to quit,
No matter how much the option was appealing.

The real freedom is 
The freedom of the heart,
It is when we stop worrying
And live life, just playing our part.

Freedom from pain and sorrow
Can never be guaranteed;
But if we live life to the fullest
Moments of happiness will sure be granted.

It was when he was lost
In his thoughts so philosophical,
He was interrupted by a boy
Probably for a reason illogical.

"Hey, Can I get your autograph?
For I am your fan, craziest ever.
I love your fighting spirit,
The way you don't give up ever."

Tears were about to escape,
When he wasn't really the same;
What would the kid have thought,
If he knew, he was about to quit the game.

It really seemed illogical,
To earn all that love and fame,
When he didn't even know,
How to play the life's game.

Coming out of his thoughts
Varun asked the kid his name,
"Varun", came the reply with a grin
"Just like our name, our game is also same".

Listening to the kid,
Varun smiled first time in days,
Life surely is the greatest teacher,
Strangest, yet best in many ways.

In that moment he realised
'Life is another name of Struggle'
And that he can't give up
Even when it was full of troubles.

Varun patted the kid's head,
On a paper, he inked his sign,
And wrote a message beneath,
"Don't give up ever, you'll surely shine."

With a brand new spark,
Varun moved towards his destination,
Yes, he was lost earlier but,
Now he had learnt the lesson.

"Life is like a teacher,
It loves to give us test,
Choice is ours, whether to give up,
Or to try to give our best.

Even if we fail once,
We'll get another chance for sure
If we get happiness once,
Pain also we'll have to endure.

Giving up in the time of difficulty,
Will get us no where,
Life is a mix of happiness and sorrows,
Everyone will get their share".

'I'm coming back my love, Tennis'.