suhail gani

A Comrades Poem – Suhail Gani

There was a marathon called comrades…
Signed up for it in Jan…
Thinking… I’m gonna be the man!
Little did I know?
That go fast, actually means go slow!
Comrades is a journey not a destination…
Starts first with a qualifying marathon…
Then pounding the streets day and night…
Glutes, calves and hammies always seem to be tight…
As you build towards the 1000km mark…
In your mind you keep saying Faaark!!
Start the race with the national anthem…
The musalees jump the queue to add to the mayhem…
Trudging along for the first twenty…
Legs feel strong and energy a plenty…
As we hobble up to half way…
Drummond a critical point they say…
Fill up your tummy nice and neat…
For the rest of the race, you won’t be able to eat…
As the clock hits mid-day…
And the energy levels begin to fray…
You stumble, hop, run, and skip…
The sunblock now dripping off your bottom lip…
Meeting some nice folk all along the way…
Nursing your legs to keep the pain at bay…
Getting you on the road till the next stop…
Oh how nice was that ice Lolly pop!
They say comrades will humble…
Down fields hill many of us will tumble…
As we see marine parade in sight…
And gather all our courage strength and might…
As the blisters really start to burn…
You realise, this one you gonna have to earn…
Without taking any inch for granted…
This medal that you really, really wanted…
Starts to play a mind game…
To quit is no shame???
You ask your yourself.. What do I have to prove???
But the vision of the finish line keeps u on the move…
As you amble towards the next water table…
Those sips of heaven make u believe u are able…
You carry on to the finish line…
And believe, this medal WILL be mine!
Counting each pole along the route…
As the crowd in awe salute…
But as the clock ticks on…
You wonder where has the last ten hours gone…
Wondering if I will be amongst those that will be running around…
On that very famous cricket ground…
Crossing the line with a hop skip and jump…
Or barely making it and hitting a speed bump….
With a small piece of metal around the neck…
I go back and say what the heck..!
That will never happen again…!
But as the days go passed…
Reflect on it, I was asked…
And as the pain turns to something sweet…
Comrades!..Yes again we will meet!!

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