Adventure Race

It will be time again to roll in the mud,
to slip between the rocks and fall with a thud;

when the wind would want to take us away
sitting,dragging,crawling we would hold our sway

climbing those 20 odd hills, the wet mud would pull us down
still climb and smile we would ,but after the frown

lost in the jungle,with darkness all around
rain to give company,and none to sight or for sound

every hill at the bottom would look so daunting
i used to wonder how many more would keep us taunting and haunting

reaching the top,would want to take a rest
but the leader would say come on divyanshu,it's time to rush and time for the test

the slide on the last hill would give us the adventurous feel
the river down under would become more and more noisy,ready to uproot and uphveal;


then it was the time for sinhagad,the final wall
our energy sapped,it would seem to take endless hours to overhaul
sinhagad decides who have it in them to battle the odds,
who have the guts to fight without the guns and the swords;

feeling at the final TC,is for what you fought the war,
every feeling turns sweet and beautiful,and nothing remains sour.

ache, they will ,every muscle every bone
but only your heart will know the truimphant tone;

looking back down the valley,breathtaking path is the sight to see
from the journey to the goal,the whole experience is a source of great glee;