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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some coherency needed but wonderful job nonetheless. Shy L.2 minutes ago I just didn't get what the poem was all about.: (