The best is the people's quest
World always keeps it in the first

Everyone in the race tried up to the chest,
yet there is no mark of the rest

Making the mark is not your sole part,
Even winning is a norm world ever set

You spread your new space by erasing those kept;
you will find a new move of your life, I bet.

You crawl or walk or run or jump do until you accept
None were able to rub your moment

Not leaving even a single part of race vacant,
you celebrated your journey as an event.

You felt the every second you spent
you are your own masterpiece of your paint.

You showed off everything you learnt and,
you desired nothing from that

Instead of running behind the best
you choose to feel the life that never felt.

© Sakhi