Even for a phase fleeting,
I long to take on a chance
To defy most detractors
ones misjudging my stance
A prayer on the lips and
with reticence at my heart
I play on grounds familiar,
old game with a fresh start
The faith in my endeavors
with unwavering kind zeal
I may or not foresee as yet
but sure will be an apt deal
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