The Bull and The Fighter

Many eyes eagerly await,

For his entry on the field,

The Bull is ready,

Breathing heavily,

Scratching one leg against the ground,

There he is,

Someone shouted his name,

The crowd got amazed,

A well-built man,

With a sweaty body,

Entered the ground,

He tried to grab the horns,

Bull wounded him on the shoulder,

A group of people started betting on him,

While dust is rising from the ground,

With the fierce fighting,

He won the bull's game,

His blood marks became the bull's attraction,

He grabbed the horns,

Seated on the bull,

He is the fighter,

They always admired,

Only one,

who is not happy with his fight is,

His love,

She fears always,

That one day this game eats him.