Car Race - A Poem from my Collection

Car Race

The line was straight
Engines were hot
Racers in suits
Ready for the start.

The gunshot sounded
Echoed in each ear
The mark of the beginning
Of a race for fame.

Wheels screeching, loud and smooth
Smoke belching at every curve
Turning right, then,
Turning left.

With the crowd screaming
With heartbeats felt
No second is wasted
By both viewers and racers.

The lead racer waved
People were watching with awe
It gave the crowd
The scene they expected.

The second racer tried to overtake
A move that really made
The crowd wild
Like they never did.

The third did something
That changed the course of the race
He crashed on the side
The viewers were sad.

The race was coming to an end
With only two almost
Tail by tail
Head to head.

The last lap has finally
Come with perspiration
Until one among the racers
Emerged as he won.

The winner was announced
Guess who?
First was the first
Second was the second.