He was a great player 
Won continuously for years 
He was on the top 
Of his career
Started taking the game 
With leisure
Careless he became
Practice becoming rare
Overconfidence took its toll
His performance decorated
With every game he played
Ultimately tasted defeat
At the hands of 
Unknown players
Could not digest 
Defeat with ease
Turned into a bad loser
His behavior changed 
Arrogant he became
Indulged 
In extramarital affairs
Lost money and fame
Took the path of 
An unknown
Never to regain
The crown he wore 
Realizing his mistakes
He is trying hard
To get 
What he had given
Of his own fault
May god fulfill his 
Desire 
(On the life of a great player, no intention to hurt anybody in person)  
12-09-2011
1490-62-09-11                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    