Tata Ultra Marathon

There's a hill

Spread out across the horizon,

Like a grin

At the dead of the night

With headlights and madness

You run to that hill

Up above, like pinholes, are the stars

Under you, a broken trail

You, running, suffering.

Ages later, comes the last climb

Beyond it, the finish line.

You will crawl if need be

50kms later,

You have wiped the grin off the hill

And put it on your face.

Tata ultra marathon 2020

I was there

At the start line

All the way through the finish.