By Sri Vaibhav, 6E

A fresh new soul, with a set of dreams,

Confused day after day,

Called inexperienced, clumsy and amateur,

Its dreams are slowly fading away.

Defeat after defeat, failure after failure,

It stood there, angry and depressed,

With tears from sorrow and sweat from dread,

It knew it could never rest.

But once in its life, it stopped to think,

To quit sobbing and move on,

To get better each day, using its failures as stairs,

And with people, make a better bond.

It turned and roared, at the hurdles in life,

Jumped over every single one,

And it was at one hurdle, the last one left,

That it knew it officially had won.

Centuries later, our head its rules,

Respected, and never taken for granted,

For in it's a hard life, it has made the mark,

Of the very next legend planted.