Hundred grams of gold
The golden girl took a molten form
Flexible yet so strong
She endured her daily peril
Her eyes set on that shining medal
But the journey was tough
And full of perils. For she fought
Hard as she could with her mentors
With the ones she considered her Gurus
And then she reached the gates
Rather the first two gates of her goal
Bronze and silver she burst them open
Golden was now staring at her face
Poised was she for that final fight
The nation’s payers her shield
Victory glared at her face, as the
Country sure of a silver or gold
But fate took a twist that night
To mend it, she took it on her own
To shed hair, sweat, puke and bleed,
That extra weight that held her back
The blame game raged on as she
Was forbidden to fight her fight.
Who is to be blamed? The golden girl
Or those hundred grams?
Or those who demanded gold
Despite the trails she endured, or those
Who equated those 100 grams to
A soap, a banana, a slice of bread?
Golden girl you are forever golden
Bronze silver gold or none, for
To me those hundred grams are worth
Every ounce of a golden medal
