DEUCE

Two sides of tennis court
Describing my two roles,
One when I'm out to earn
One when I'm back in den;
Two rackets of home and job
Hit as hard as they can,
One rejuvenating me
Other leaving me exhausted.

Both wants me to ace
Wants me to pick pace,
One does that by love
Other by winning deuce;
From here to there
From there to here,
Break after break
My life goes on.

Then comes the set-point
As everyone gets tensed,
Everyone sees my fall
No one sees my moves;
Match point it is
As the game gets over,
Over with that my life
And my life's purpose.