Vishal had lost again the race
He could not keep the pace
This time too he lost the case
About winning the silver vase
All this had left him in a daze.
He decided to set out to a place
Seeking a guide, peace and solace
He reached a wooded green space
Where he met a coach named Grace
Who taught him well how to pace…
Perceptions 
Wow awesome poem, Sunith and he sure met a man who had grace and mercy.
Thank you Kamal 🙂
Welcome Sunith😊😊😊😊
Excellent.
Thank you Rupali
Wow. And you managed to stick to the rhyming scheme too. That’s beautiful written, sir. ❤️
Thank you for for reading Shweta 🙂
The pleasure is all mine. 😄
Well written verse 🙂
Thanks for compliments 😊
just completed your rhyme!
Awesome play of words 😊💖
Thank you Krishna 😊
Lovely
Thanks Adi
Inspiring message
Thank you
Great adherence to rhyme!
Thank you 🙂
Liked your short story with nice rhyming scheme.
Thank you 🙂
A very beautiful rhythmic poetry….Excellent.👌👌
Thank you for the kind compliment
Swagat apka.
LOVE THIS! … thanks for the recent follow as well! 😊
Thank you. Glad to follow.
That’s beautifully penned, sir.