Sonnet: Open the door
Praneethkumar Madhu
Starting from the bottom is never fun.
Training and losing will always be hard.
The pain is like getting shot by a gun.
From all this, I will probably be scarred.
I try hard to resist the extreme burn.
My body is crying from the torture.
My brain might explode of all the concern.
Even if it’s cold, it’s like a scorcher.
Sweat is dripping, trying to cool me down.
Wetting my shirt, making that common stain.
In this sea of malady, I might drown.
The time of misery; this is its reign.
However, I’ll end better than before.
The other side is fame, open the door.
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