Today there will be more sweat
in every repetition
in every squat, in every pushup
every Burpee will be an eternity long
There is no drop of sweat –
that will taste sweet
or may be they are sweet, we
just don’t taste it..
The dumbbells will feel loved
and the kettle ball will whistle
I won’t let the bench presses go to bed
nor the elliptical take the stairs down
I will let it begin
till fat turns fart
and waves good bye…..
Categories: Poetry
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