STRUGGLE

 How long to tolerate this world so indifferent to us

We kill ourselves, day after day aiming hard for a win

With the anxiety of winning the gold every time, as

Respect and praise, a condition only if it is a win

In the early days when we started our journey long

With eyes only for victory, for the success achieved

As the grinding pain of an empty stomach often rebelled

No one cared and not a single soul thought of helping

Swallowed all insults at the practice group repeatedly

Our torn attire, bony body and bare feet without shoes

Of our inability to talk their high-spirited language,

Only the grid determination, struggle as my companions

We understood now the hypocritical views of the world

Eternal struggle and hard work are never counted

All the crown and praise rains only on the victors

A bundle of medals, gold, silver is essential for respect

Now, the fate of our entire mountain clan learnt, I

Born poor, weak, still struggling for the country’s glory 

Without any appreciation or care for struggling so hard

Every eye glued only at achieving the pinnacle of success

 The Realization dawned, on the needed path for my clan

 Their struggle every day is where they needed my support

 Will thrive to boost their ability with good guidance coaching

 So the future never sees our clan empty stomach or bare feet