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ONE MORE LEAP

Like thunder jolts
The voice of the referee bolts
On your mark, get positioned, GO!
Athletes like wave, race towards the finish line
They move their fist ahead of them
Being propelled by the energy within

Phew! An athlete outruns the next
Then another and another and another
Steady and strong he seems
But for a while
Suddenly,his limbs fail him
As it is when a bowl is placed on a broomstick

In agony he groans
Leaning his mass on the earth beneath him
Seconds tick
As competitors seem to approach his spot
A spin of fear grasp his mind at the sight of another
Who seem to be ahead

In dogged determination
He supports his weight on his hand
Slowly but firmly, he pulls himself up again
Devoted to his dream
He continues the race

Getting ahead of the others
He stands less than a meter away from the finish line
His bones seem to crack
As his legs wobble underneath him

Like rushing waters
A flood of courage surges through him
In the might of a conqueror
He takes just one more leap
And he becomes the gold medalist!

Like swarms of flies
Everyone reaches for the Zenith in life
We start off well
Only to grow weary half way
If you would remind your self
That all mountains are surmountable
All oceans are cross able
Then, you would realize
That all dreams are achievable
If you would just take
ONE MORE LEAP!

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