The applauds are louder.. racing on the track, legs hurt.. the inner feelings has utmost power.. but the tirirng body wishes a vert.. boosting self to make it once more.. allowing the sweat travel the body.. as I endure my expedition in the war.. I see, I stand as second last and applause for somebody.. Here's the second #collab prompt for the Day 29 of #NaPoWriMo. Write a poem that begins with #secondlast #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba