Matchless
‘’Matchless’’
His calibre
they could not match
And the speed
no one could catch
He gained
laurels and accolades
Garnered
respect and praises
But like we
have the south and north
Criticism
also, it brought forth
Contenders came out to subdue him
Got trounced by this slim and trim
Not a sign of timidity on his face
Skill and grit arrayed with grace
He showed semblance of arrogance
Opposition called it an offence
For this style he landed, he was
Perceived as one high-handed
His calibre
they could not match
And the speed
no one could catch
He gained
laurels and accolade
Garnered
respect and praises
But the world
outside was real rough
So he had to
be fittingly tough
Wrestlers all around felt jitters
Someone goading where it matters
They desired he went back home
He strived to make his ways known
Clinching a niche by such a stile
Caused his rivals start to revile
But he was honest than nasty
Pupil of Master Ip Man it’s Bruce Lee!
By
Naph
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