When I lose, the world claps,
When I fall ,all feel so glad,
When I get into worry-traps,
All make me go further mad,
How can I believe these chaps?
Who are eager to make me sad,
Sorrow for me, God will gladly borrow,
Narrow is my hope about tomorrow,
Zero is my score and last is my row,
The world loves my downfall,
The reason is a real mystery,
To perfectly convince all,
I must create a fine history,
Though my aim is nobly tall,
Unrecognized is my mastery ?
M V Venkataraman