The mind of a chamipon,
Remains to stay...
Feeling challenged.
And pressured by naysayers.
Looking through microscopes...
For any hint of a blemish to mention.
With a doing to expect,
Each presentation of a performance...
To be flawless and much better done,
Than any before to be judged as perfect.
But the mind of a champion,
Is never kept satisfied...
By receiving previous accolades.
Or a flattery given one's ego saves.
Just to achieve what others may perceive,
To be a perfection to accept as incredible.
Oh no. It is the mind of a champion,
That wishes to leave those in disbelief.
With their mouths and eyes opened wide.
And sitting in shock glued unable to move.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem about wanting the best. Inspirational and thought provoking. Keep it up