We never cheer for anybody who missed it , just missed it.
The crowd jostles behind the winner, the winner just to touch him
What will the runners up do? just run more to win some day
What will the losers do? be heart broken and blame their luck
Lonely turns the minute hand as each moment drags behind in despair
Average is not going to look like best, better make it fast for first.
They say for me ,triumph advertises destiny improbable , my battle utterly fruitless.
A day will come ,a time for me, when the gazes turn to find my face.
Waiting endless for that dawn when my dream walks to reality waking
Put some more effort, real struggle and a true wish to go for sheer heights.
A day to discover the real me standing with my trophy awarded for a loving heart
A turbulent mind yet sawing out hope, just a handful of hope , searching greater delight.