I Am Ever Young! Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

We breath in some air
and release it with power.
We sound like thunder
and punches, kicks shower.

We strike or deflect
in a twinkling of an eye.
Our limbs are supple.
All moves are nimble.
Speed is our strength.
Our art is like a butterfly!

We want to be karatekas.
Practice it ritually.
We are different ones in uniform.
Advance an inch almost daily.

We meditate in action.
Alert mind gathers even a fraction!
Bodies worship with hard sweat.
Our focus is really great.

Shadow fight is a super fun.
We go ahead; never retreat or run!
Karate is our religion.
We have a large brethren.

(The poet is Black Belt in Shotokan Karate)