HIMA

Running with an eagle's eye,

Perspiration rolls down,

Burnished skin sparkle,

Braving the might of the Sun.

Touches the mango tree.

Standing alone in the paddy field,

Looking across the wide expanse.

Barefoot in tattered clothes,

Dishevelled strands sway,

Her dreams rise'

As high as birds fly.

Poverty stare,

She doesn't fear,

There goes the football,

With lightning speed,

Kicks the ball,

Power unleashed,

Despite rice and lentil.

Hima runs,

With steady stare.

Moments to go,

Sprints hard,

Reaching the sky,

Anthem begins.

Tears cascade,

Victory of grit,

Toil speak,

Pride of India,

Is our Hima.