I‘ve lost.
I raced so hard and got the award.
I searched the crowd but he is not around.
They threw flowers with no regard.
I’ve lost.
When the fight is on I put on my gears.
I’ve took my enemies down in tears.
Alone I stand, there is no one else.
Can't lose.
I joined the battle to win your heart.
Gave everything that I could part.
Used to losing but can’t give up.
As when the doubt is creeping in,
I thought I failed myself again.
By then you come and calmed me down,
Said finally I’ve won a round.
Guess this puts me on never to quit and when am tired of fighting, the only rest is to fight the more for the very course... Nice one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
May be you are not a writer as you say but the poem is good.