Thousand masters are crowned in Olympics,
the halo lasts for whole four years,
then again the exuberant souls
volunteer to measure their skill.
Enthusiasts always run after stars,
who etch own names on date- tablets
rest are swayed by the turbulent waves
as per norm of advancement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent and pertinent, particularly when poets are indifferent to Olympic Games you made it topic of your poem. I haven't read poems on Olympic Games. Thanks Sumit. Expect more poems from you and too expect you on my pages.10 for you.
Thank you for the inspiring comment.