I wonder under the thunder of mingling voices in my head,
voices of expectations, conflict ,irresistable pressure and a strong aspiration,
an aspiration of living peacefully like the clouds in the sky.
The constant burning is spurring the creativity inside.
The more they scream the more I gleam .
I am bounded like an electron with the nucleus of work.
Pulling down the centripetal force might label me a berk.
This rat race of reaching the medal,
medal which grants a happy reciept of a living ,
the heart still ponders why my hard work lies restless at the dusk.
- SARA NEGI