He picked up his pace in blink of an eye
That skill he has, quite a lot in store
The thought, of running towards the rivals
Demanded and compelled him to exert some more
The rivals were supporting their men with their cheers
And at the same time disheartened him with the roar
His failure would lead him into a moment of humiliation
A humiliation, he isn’t allowed to ignore
He has to walk till the end no matter what
Bathing in all the slangs his rivals have to pour
He has planned how he’ll deal, if he loses
Against all the patter, he is going to snore
His momentum apparently is not quite enough
Or maybe upon his efforts, this idea has an outscore
Conclusively he has given up a well started chase
The ball ran to the boundary all the way for four
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