Despite All Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Eyes vision
With no confusion
Capacity to catch
And easily to reach

Focus on pry
With solid try
Punch after punch
Till you make it ready for lunch

Only one target
With no hurdle or ill fate
It is within hand
Either as foe or friend

I run like cheetah's accuracy
Pounce upon with no mercy
Not to kill but to play
Till gives happy way

Despite all
It can be bad call
Even friend may turn hostile
To look at with no smile

This is turn of an event
It needs no comment
Deal as and when approach
The skill shall be of use as such