THE RACE

All are demanding,

Him to be in race?

Whipping him lagging,

Behind in case.

 

How many marks,

He ever scored.

Else he has always been,

Thrown out of door.

 

Papa and Mama

And teacher they all,

Guide him how to,

Rise, how to fall.

 

Amazing his life,

Amazing his place.

No Option, No choice,

He always in race.

 

He likes the music,

And likes the dance.

He also rejoices,

The singing by chance.

 

But no body cares,

What cares he all,

No rise in chasing,

Not bothers the fall.

 

The things he likes

That gives him solace.

I wonder Will ever,

He get his space.