A race of 100 meters
A race of my life,
1st time, 2nd time
I win every time;
More the criticism
More I run fast,
I am hungry for more
I want just more.

Next day again
I am ready to run,
Critics are now fan
Abusers are admirers;
Their praise and laud
Fill in me more air,
I bloat, bloat and bloat
Start flying now.

Few moments later
I burst into half,
Fall on the ground
End up where I start;
Critics again turn up
Feels good to see them,
Again I take part
Again I win my race.