Race For Gold Medal Poem by Naseeru Taneemu Annuree

The whistle man stood besides,
Ready to blow the final whistle for men's 400m,
The spectacles sparkles in awe,
as they watched us amids high expectations,
Cameras refuses to sleep,
As they flashed and flashed like stars that glitters at night,
Trying to capture the future champion
That will be the fastest runner ever
As the refeere brought the whistle close to his lip
Ready to blow up the final game
Suddenly heard a sharp voice coming from the joyous crowd
I looked at the side where the voice came from
And there she stood majestically in green and white
She waved and waved like a flying flag
I looked carefully at her,
Her beauty splashed on my face
Then to every corner of my heart
She gorgeously gestured me to go for the gold
'Go for the gold, ' she softly shouted
Pheww! ! Less than a second we started racing
I ran fast like a shooting star
Sparkling wild jubilation to the spectacles
Suddenly the whole place turned as quite as a catacomb
As the I took a path different from my rivals
Just one second to claim the gold
A chance that had me for six second
But, I turned down the chance
Heading straight at the spectacles
To the place where she stood in amazement
She saw me approached like a speeding bullet
The place was dead and burried on my arrival
I held her tight, and formed a gently ring around her neck
Breathing heavily closed to her heart
'Why don't you go for the gold? ' she asked
Tears ran down her pretty cheek
For loosing the game she expected me to win
I quickly wiped out her tears and gently whispered in her ear..
'I rather go for your heart than for the gold.'
Then I took her hand, she took mine
And out of the stadium we went,
While the spectacles clapped in admiration
As I left happily with my golden heart........