Poems Dedicated To All Gymnastics Fanatics

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Fans Said...

If we don't admire you
How will you know that you are popular?
If we don't laugh when you fall 
How you will know your deductions?
If we don't criticized you 
How you will you know your mistakes?
If we don't persecute greedy officials 
How they will know their mistakes?
If we don't protest bias decisions
How you will know that we have principle and dignity?
If we don't shout for joy when you get a high score
How you will know that someone is crazy on you?
If we don't define your stunts
How you will call your new routines?
If we don't collect your pictures and mementos
How you will know that someone is loves your exquisite looks?
If we don't read, watch, listen and surf the news
How you will know that you are a newsmaker?
If we don't say goodnight to you when we sleep
How you will know that someone helps to wake up you next day?
If we don't include you in our prayers
How you will know that god is watching you?
If you don't know that we are poets
How you will know that you are an inspiration?
If we don't exist
How in the world you get motivation?
Perhaps to your family, close friends and relatives
We think that is not enough
If you don't know that we care and follows you
How do you know that you are a great gymnast? *

The Disciples

We are the apostles full of dreams
Rich in memories, poor in silver
I think gymnastics is my world
But I don't hold it in my hands

Collecting all sorts of things
Papers, shirts, photos or hairs
Loosing all its effort to be the best
Lacking a sufficient rest

Routines that are unexplainable
How we are shouting crazily
For only an impressive dismount
All of us are madly touched

How thou crazy
To see them in flesh
How we are wild to that men and women
How thy all of us so shallow happiness

We are only followers
Not much worthy to them
Even we don't play that hard game
Our hearts will be on thee

Thy tranquility of we adore
Will not be disturbed
If any one who will blocked our paths 
Blood and tears will flow in the soils where they stand.*


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