In a smile a little dazed, i hear
cheers and a lot of sweet memories
would I celebrate in succession
that a goal has been achieved
medals, trophies and a recollections
a grim satisfaction read my face
that win could cast a life forsaken
my own efforts and a success enroute
inspiration and innocence are my comrades
thoughts true truthful of sportsmanship
a poet is always a symbol
my victory would remain one forever
Is it life that missed a goal?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice one.....i enjoyed reading it.