Anagha Kargutkar Shukla

The Race

I run with the baton of life in hand.
I run come rain or shine, wind or snow;
I run like there’s no tomorrow, for today.

From the resting point, nothing escapes your watchful eye.
That bead of sweat, the crease on the forehead,
the tension in every sinew.
It keeps my hamstrings at work, just the knowledge of it all.

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