Jostling through Winds

Feet firmly planted on the soil

Arms ready to jostle through winds

Nonchalance of mind to boisterous screams

Eyes weaving the mystical drugget of my dreams

Thoughts melting into drops of sweat through temple

The sound of whistle made me scamper

Finally I run breaking shackles of my inner turmoil

Feet firmly planted on the soil

Competing against my own contour

Rampaging through every desirous soul

Winning post being the cynosure of all eyes

Love the incredulous look on my opponent’s face

Silent reverence that states this guy literally flies

But I can’t allow these laurels let me spoil

Feet now hustling through the soil

Emotions ready to bombard as I am approaching my destiny

Last leg of my determinant breath is the apt testimony

Heaving my each nerve from the clasps of daze

Breaking my stupefaction the tears of my gaze

Soaking in delight of my soul who now can afford a smile

Feet now squatted on the soil

Memories of my past forming a coil