Never Give Up Poem by Kranthi Pothineni

I am one of the young horses in the race.
And I am very new to this kind of race.

The track is very nasty one to race.
It’s filled with sharp stones to run.

I knew this stones can cut my soft hoof.
This sharp stones can make my race hard.

The others in the race are old and strong.
And they are not new to this nasty track.

Finally the whistle is blown and gun is fired.
The race on this nasty track had started.

I kicked my front hoofs hard.
And I jumped on to the track.

I started to run hard.
And I started to move fast.

I can see the old once crossing me.
And I can see them moving fast.

I started to run much harder now.
And I tried to move much faster now.

But this nasty track is hard.
It had cut my soft hoofs badly.

But I had not stopped my run.
I raced as fast as I can.

Finally I had stumbled on the track.
The track had wounded me badly.

The one behind me jumped over me.
And the one in the front ignored me.

But I had not given up my race.
I got up and started to finish my race.

I am running badly.
And I can notice it.

My run to the finish line is hard.
And I am the last one in the race.

I can see the old once laughing at me.
And I can see the young once ignoring me.

I deserve to be the last one in the race.
And I learned my mistake of running hard.

I will be back again on this track to race.
And I will finish better than this race.

Finally one day I will be the champ.
And until than I will not give up my race.