Been running for days
never ready to retire
always ahead
the enemies behind
the goal to get
at all cost
Never to quit
rather to continue
though tired
never retires
the goal still ahead
the enemies still behind
already exhausted
but still in pursuit
Being attcked from all corners
surrounded by evils without heads
found in the state of dilema
already pushed to the walls
though choiceless has the right
to decide whether to surrender
or better still fight to the finish
with the goal still a must to get
Weak to the bones
after some days run
wanted to reast
a great deal
to stop for a while
after wards continue the race
but time i'm sure never would wait
not even for a second
i just wished to God
this goal may get
As i run for this goal
for which i'm in pursuit
i then realised
i have gone too far
to stop and stare
or even take along
a kettle nor a laddle
i've got to run
against my wish
Now the last day
after the restless And pursuit
the enemies withdrew
as i reached for my goal
the gold my goal
as i lift the trophy
i turned and stared
at the worlds angry stare
But alas to my surprise
the world though angry
stood aside
to let me pass
because i knew exactly
where i was heading
for the race was real
pursued was i
exhausted was i
but still in pursuit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful insightful write, Micheal...you maintain the 'tempo' of the race and of the scene of 'enemies behind' very effectively all through...despite illusionary wins the race never ends...10