An Eye on the Gold

The Sky is wild, all thunder and rumbling,

The Waters are turbulent, with waves crashing and tumbling.

The Mighty Sun is set to scorch and sizzle,

For the Greatest Show on Earth is bound to dazzle (everyone).

Take cue from these portent signs from the Gods,

For Zeus, Poseidon and Apollo are no mean sods.

These Olympians have a point to make,

That the Indian contingent has Gold to take…

With rekindled hope and awakened spirit,

We wait with bated breath for the Games to begin.

Never before was time so ripe,

To show the World, the Indian Might.

But the Squadron marches ahead, three-and-eighty of them all,

With burning eyes, stout posture- they stand tall,

‘Make it or break it’, this is the call,

As they have some mean competitors to fall.

Bow Low to the Indian Goddess Athena,

Epitome of courage and skill, she is known as Saina.

For Perseus, we have Vijender Singh,

He will battle his monsters inside the Ring.

Abhinav Bindra is our very own Hector,

A courtly prince and a congenial shooter.

Like Atlanta will fight Mary Kom,

Who will show her competitors the living daylights for sure.

From the television screens, we look up to you,

Behind the newspaper print, we root for you,

We indeed expect, nothing less than 83 Medals from you,

It is preordained and we know that you have that in you,

Do whatever it takes, give out everything in you,

We know that you will indeed make us proud of you,

With garlands and Open Arms we eagerly wait for you….