...make you proud.

You asked not much,

I haven’t tried enough,

But I would love to keep going,

Until either the fight or the fighter perishes.

Its the desiderium, I know not what I seek,

I know not where to peek,

But I will essay for sure, 

With all the extravagance it asks for.

I know not what the road is paved of,

But I have started barefoot,

And I am willed,

To leave a blood trail.

One day, I will win,

I will stand apart from the routine crowd,

One day, you, my graceful lady,

Will feel very proud.

That day, I just hope,

You come by my side,

And for all the plight, for my long fight,

Pat my shoulders and hug me tight.

I think I can sit then,

I can celebrate, I can pause,

And like a little cub,

Crawl between your paws.