By the local correspondent Inaya Sinha
Run and toil in the scorching sun,
Pressure on your back like a million tons.
Run fast, run to the end of the line,
You can’t stop now, there isn’t any time!
Your feet must ache for victory,
Today is the day that you make history!
Without time to stop or to think,
You’re on life’s race track before you could blink.
People cheering on you in a never-ending stadium,
Can’t have too much pressure on the old cranium.
Picture this, crossing the finishing point,
You just can not disappoint!
People always say if you give it your all,
It won’t matter whether or not you fall.
Is it the same for someone else,
“You better win!” someone yells.
Tragedy strikes on the race track,
From my friends leg, I hear a crack!
Rolling in pain towards the sidelines,
This is the moment where my character gets defined.
Do I stop to help them and lose the race,
Or run ahead and get first place?
What’s more important, my friend or a medal,
Never mind, it’s just a useless piece of metal!
My friend is in deep pain,
By helping them, I set fire to the common rain.
I hear from the stands “Leave her, go ahead!”,
If I do that, my kindness will be dead.
She picks herself up, and we limp together,
We finally crossed the finish line, we shan’t surrender!
I know that, for me, the race is lost,
But to win, no, my friend is too high a cost.
Even in the race, though I came last,
My list of friends is very vast.
Rather than win a race of running,
I want to win the race of life, it’s very cunning.
To be able to stop, and help a friend in need,
In my heart, I have planted empathy’s seed.
Kindness and empathy are the most important traits,
With that, a lovely world awaits.
The race of life, I have won,
To win it, with all you must become one.
Thank You!!
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