Track Record Poem by J Sheba Anandhi

Track Record



All limbs hurt,
Throat at discomfort,
Rachis with spasm,
Lugs with tinnitus aurium,
All due to a match so awesome,
Came with every squall and acclaim
Victory for the research team to triumph,
Marking a track record with a smashing jump.

Monday, March 28, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: hurt,sport,cheer,victory
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