dojo

Where the monstrous buildings rise from filth,
Where the pollution and traffic lights take up our life,
Where drab lives kill the enthusiasm,
Where the worries of self make us tried,
There lies a place clean, calm and tranquil.
There is his hand filled with affection and care.
There he teaches us value of soul within.
Hence forth,
There is energy flowing swiftly untouched and natural.
There are we in the purest form.
Where our weary bodies rise like gold from dust.
Where we challenge strength with in and wind around.
For we know the determination will fight, the mind will attack,
And the world within our body combines.
For the enemy to lose with a smile on his face.
Who say’s there is no place as such?
It is my dojo
Where lives my heart.

- namita kapur