Feebling

Furious I rushed to strike, My fists were all made and, The inner violence riveted all on target, I swiveled and swirled on my toes, And took that mighty sweep, As my muscular armature shook and sweat, My thighbones turned taut, And leg muscles screwed up like hell, Chest huffed and heaved up and down, I knew the moment had come to deliver, And deliver with bang I did, The target did not move and was hit real bad, I had almost killed him but fell short, Because before I could try again he had taken off, And honestly I did not have enough for that second blow, And with every passing day and foe, I feel the same, Something inside of me is drying up fast. Shishir Gupta