Sprint

Thousand people filled the place,
countless emotions filled their face.
The shouts and howls were all for us,
as we began our last few laps.

Some faces were green,
some were blue,
not just the emotion
but the countries they flew.

The whistle just sounded
and we were ready,
for this test of time
we had waited for years.

The pistol was shot
as we started off,
with all the nations running
in the highest spirit known to us.

We kept running as fast as we could
unsure of our way without the guiding sun,
but lights were strong with growls of people
as the whole arena shouted for their country to win.

The British kept the lead and Flemish followed
but I was no behind and had a small sound,
people were less from my country for games
and also to cheer for Pakistan in the games.

But now again I run, hurrying to the buses,
to rush to the office, to earn, to live.

As that day I remember, I was fast
and so much fast to the finish line,
that all four countries had come at par,
but, I missed the board, to come down fourth.

So months have passed and years will hence
but in these years I'll build my friends,
friends in kids, some small some big
to train them for that arena big.