In the midst of clouds of mistrust,
corroded souls spitting venom
thickening, sickening chaos on campuses,
stars illuminate the tepid sky
with their brilliance on far off shores
bolstering sagging morale of a nation
plagued by trivial issues, meanly magnified...
agents of anarchy alarmingly upset!
Sindhu, Deepa, Sheela, Saina, Sania,
not to forget Usha, Anju BobbyGeorge, Ami Ghia,
Nirupama Vasant, Mithali Raj, Purnima Rao....
dazzling a dull, dreary, depressing canvas.
Guru Gopichand inspired by many more of his ilk
charters a new channel for youth to bloom
fighting fatigue, hunger, deprivation across the land...
only agenda to excel, enjoy every moment in action!
Hope is not lost, oh my mate
future secure in youthful hands!
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