Once one begins to win championships,
Expectations of the bar to be raised higher...
Comes along with it.
And one slip or a move,
To prove one to be human with this done to do...
Only invites malicious criticisms,
From those who can not accept to respect...
The sacrifice and sweat one does,
Just to obtain the confidence and belief...
To win can be accomplished and succeed,
If that belief is kept sought to seek it.
Many just sit back in their seats relaxed,
Prepared to pass judgement to only do 'that'.
As they reach for snacks to munch on to eat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem