A Race With My Best

I decided to race with my utmost best,

With all my will and all my zest,

The gun was shot in my own home plot,

My best…I never knew were a hunter of bull,

He whizzed at once with a boisterous Pull,

And Before I stirred my legs in front,

My best had won in the great wild hunt!

I strived and lived with wondrous vim,

Then called for a race with vibrant limbs,

The gun was shot in my own home plot,

My best…I never knew were a ravening tiger,

He leapt over the grass and caught his quarry,

And before I reached my half hot spot,

My best had eaten the meat he caught!

I worked and worked all day and night,

Then called for a race with mightier sight,

The gun was shot in my own home plot,

My best…I never knew were Achilles in war,

Head for head and all at par,

And before I found my final foe,

The battle he had won in a lone square go!

I prayed ‘oh lord oh god oh lord’,

Then called for a race with fairer health,

The gun was shot in my own home plot,

My best…I never knew were a fine player,

The knight he hopped and chopped my pawn,

And as I moved my piece to the left,

The game was drawn ...and no regrets!

-Manoj Kelath