It is my turn

a poem by Sakthi Ravichandran

It is my turn to move
Wherever the victory may be
My hands will tie and bring it to me
Nobody will scold me as crank
My doors have opened to welcome my garlands
Their stones will not touch me
My fame will guard me as fort from all
None will be my enemy
My star will shower my love on them and
Embrace with love and passion
None will beat me in this race
It is my turn win in all