It Doesn’t Take Much to Wrestle

It Doesn’t Take Much to Wrestle


I was awestruck as I saw the legendary Babita Phogat,
A girl, whose short hair had inspired my haircut.
“I want to become a wrestler,“ I chirped.
As she readily agreed, my heart galloped.

“Diet regulation and correct technique are all I need,”
I was sure, as a wrestler, I would succeed.
When she called me at dawn, I didn’t consider it a big deal,
Though the alarm kept snoozing, I preferred to chill.

Grueling hours of practice made me insane,
Stretching left me limping and my body in pain.
I lost it when she asked me to wrestle in mud,
Ouch! I woke up as I fell off the bed with a thud!


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