Hard Work

I cannot work hard,
you cannot expect this of me,
but i forget its day or night,
if something interests me

You are the great mythological phoenix (for Yuvraj Singh)

Yesterday it was a bad day for you,
you played but looked subdued and tame,
and in the end the game was lost,
with a sorry performance against your name.

but i remember your old glory days,
to which sadly you don't look same,
when you single-handedly won the cups,
thrashing opponents game by game.

And the people for whom once you were hero,
few of them are now spitting on your name,
but i want to tell you that at large,
people are with you in this hour of pain.

I know more than anyone else in world,
you are most hurt to be part of lost cause,
but our wishes and prayers are with you,
we know you will arise again because

You are not an ordinary sapling,
which bears grain once and never again,
you are a tree high in the Himalayas,
which bears the sweet fruit with each rain.

You are not an ordinary bird,
who sings for a year and goes maim,
you are the great mythological phoenix,
from his ashes which arises again and again.