He knew he could not win this game,
It's not for him what we call the fame,
The stars never wrote his name,
He's at all not shy, yes no shame,
Isn't it enough he's still in the game?
He's a running horse and he isn't lame,
In the newspaper you'll read his name,
Also ran a brownie from the east,
At least, at least, yes at least!
I have been running since the day I was born but yet am not a marathoner I ran distances small coz I am not lame but slow tactless not knowing how the track does go but run I will of course you know now over the hill Kick me someone quickly
Another clever poem, Sir Akhtar. Beautifully crafted and insightful. Sometimes fame is given to us without much effort invested. Those who do the dirty work are insignificant
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The brownie is a dancer, he dances in his words and lines and the way he dances is attractive and touching.