Unfortunately I lost by a margin. Wish me luck for the next one comming next sunday!!!
The blue winter breeze
On your mark, get set,And now the blow of the whistle
All the contestants dive into the icy cold pool,
All they can see is their aim,
Their finish line.
The first lap seems jolly and glee,
With everyone keeping an eye on each other competingly,
A flip and a turn is conquered,
But the second lap is dreaded and hoarse,
With every stroke,
Comes a heavy breath,
And every muscle wanting a break.
As the end comes near,
All they want is the gold,
Kicking and pulling,
They sprint towards the end.
Now all they care about,
Is winning,
And then just with a small touch at the wall,
The race is over.
The pride of winning is known to all,
But what they don't want is the fall.
The winners stand tall and proud,
Enjoying every blue winter breeze.
Author: Kshiti Dubey
Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh (A.P.)
Copyright (c): Kshiti Dubey
Poetry by Kshiti Dubey
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Written on 2008-12-18 at 12:20
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