Whom to Satisfy?
Whom to Satisfy?1 min 422 1 min 422
The bright-faced child runs behind the ball
Struggling, falling, hurting yet going
The bruised body does not register pain
Just keeps moving behind the red ball.
The voices continue louder, cheering
The sweat trickles down, mixing with blood
The tired body wants to halt, rest it demands
Yet the child goes on behind the ball alluring.
The panting heart threatens to burst
The parched throat cries of thirst
Yet the crowd cheers, go on, go on
And the child struggles for glory that once shone
The unanticipated fall comes suddenly
Across the field lies she breathlessly
The crumpled body is devoid of feeling
But yet the crowd keeps calling
Get up, they say go on and on
But she can hear no more
The red ball is in her hands
As the final breath ebbs out.
Lost is the joy of victory
Gone are the tears of defeat
The entire struggle for her was nothing
For others, it was merely a feat.