The Olympian

Inspired from an article I read today in The Hindu.
The writer talks about the spirit of those who return empty handed from the games.
The non Bolts,non Phelps...but fighters...and in a sense...winners...
Yes they will come back one day...Till then...its more sweat,blood and tears...

Also for Sori who told me to write something positive :)
(He threatened me that he would stop visiting the blog spot and I just cant lose my 50% of the regular viewership :P)Kidding :)

I ask myself as I head back,
Was my sweat in vain?blood,tears a sham?
Failure,darn so heavy,soggy track suit in my sack,
And I thought I was right there,in room for winners man.



How about that roundabout freaky turn,
I am alone in that ground,wondering,
Wasn't I told it would pay,the pain,the burn,
Was it a lie coach?a lie,oh so seductive,dangling.



No it wasn't.It was our belief,damn right!!

I was the worthy one,for I made someone a winner,freeing his shackles,
And as I go away from all of you,eluding your sight,
Wait for me spectator,keep them ready,the bugles...