Running the Race

 

The lines are drawn,

The jerseys flash in the sun,

A willing runner or not,

Your race has begun.

 

It’s a long run, they say,

Breaths become heavier than before,

From the struggle of your first cry,

Till you can no more.

 

So you run your race,

A participant among a billion,

You lead some, you follow some,

To the cheers from the pavilion.

 

As the needles run their temporal marathon,

Your legs sting and your heart cries,

Your shoes unlace and you fall,

But the stampede is on for the prize.

 

The hard gravel by the side becomes your home,

As to so many others, you shall discover,

And while the runners still run,

On the sides, more defeatists hover.

 

What once seemed comfortable,

Is now an overcrowded field,

Suffocated by the smell of dried sweat and painful sobs,

You realise this is the tougher battlefield.

 

And so, much to the horror of the others,

You pull up your socks and knot your shoelaces,

And  jump back onto the track,

Ready to fight and go places.

 

It’s hard, no doubt,

But when you bite the golden biscuit and hold your trophy,

The stench of sweat is your perfume,

The bloodied scars are your jewellery.

 

When one race ends,

Another begins,

And so we keep running,

To amass our wins.

 

Be not a spectator cheering wearily from the stands,

Be not a coward slinking in the crowds,

Be a runner,

Be a winner.

 

Race Track

Advertisements

18 thoughts on “Running the Race

Add yours

Leave a Reply to Golden lotus spa Cancel reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

Kalpavriksha Kamadhenu

You will find details about Hindu Festivals, Slokas, Prayers, Vegetarian cooking and much more useful information.

Themoonlightreverie

Cause reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding. And all of it is TRANSIENT.

paeansunpluggedblog

songs unheard by the poet next door

One Mom's Journey with CrossFit

Trials, Tribulations, & Triumphs of CrossFit

The Dark Netizen

Short Stories - Mostly dark ones!

%d bloggers like this: