A teenage boy is sixteen,
Viewing the other guys,
Dudes of their fields,
Attention of girls, is their prize.
The football stars,
Topper in class,
Guys good in dance,
Or the charming lass.
It is clear,
Being average will not suffice,
If you want the girls,
Above all, you have to rise.
On that day, that boy decides,
He would follow path of wise,
Would be polite and nice,
Will work hard, till sunrise.
Then only the girls will see him,
Will want to steal him,
Will fight for his attention,
Towards him, feel the attraction.
So he worked hard day and night,
Every day, marching toward the goal,
Every day, giving his whole to fight,
Away from tv, games, great self-control.
With his devotion and dedication,
He grew leaps and bounds,
The more someone takes about him,
The more great he sounds.
Now all the girls around him,
Discreetly stares at him,
For his attention and love,
Work very hard in gym.
But now
Rarelly, he look at any girl,
For, he now follows,
A different type of pearl
(his field/passion for which he worked so hard)