Hey ya everybody!! Greetings and love to everybody who never failed me and my blog despite of my absence every now and then due to busy schedules lining up as my university will be beginning by the end of September 2012 (which is in noway so far away and I am going so nervous)! This poem is dedicated to my friend and a very beautiful blogger, Neeraj! Please do check out his blog and before you start reading the poem , I would like you to know something. This poetry is composed by me but the idea totally belongs to my friend (Neeraj – he owns the copyright) so please enjoy and have a good time reading!!
PS– I know, I have been terribly missing out with reading as I wasn’t hunched in front of my laptop from some days (I know my mommy was really happy to make me get away with my first love – laptop) but I assure everybody of you that I am catching up with every post I left reading on every blog I am subscribed to! Love you all! Peace.
An exquisite location and a heart-breaking crowd,
Cheerleaders entertaining and cheering out loud.
Hundreds and thousands of athletes from across the world,
Prepared to compete enthusiastically as the heartily waves of anxiety swirled.
Running tracks offer a beautiful vision with athletes on their marks,
The bullet is shot and there they go running; revealing their mighty sparks.
I participated and cleared the pre-Olympic match,
Celebrating my victory, my thoughts jammed with the original catch.
There I am on my mark for the final match – a 100 meter race,
I say a silent prayer in my heart, hoping Almighty would help me ace it with grace.
I run and run – huffing and puffing,
I give a damn to others – running and panting.
I see the “FINISH LINE”,
Chills run down my spine.
My spirit reassures how the gold medal belongs to only me,
My heart is pumping for the triumph to embrace glee.
I have left many behind and my confidence shoots for the stars,
I can run faster than I previously did – my legs functioning like wheels on the cars.
I cross the finish line with my wet eyes,
Overwhelmed with the joy of victory after numerous tries.
Daddy pats my shoulder and embraces me,
“I am proud of you, my son”, he exclaims in glee.
Squinting my eyes to the sunlight piercing through the curtains in my room,
I smile with my parched lips – delighted with the sensation to bloom.