The Archer’s Ode: Aditi Swami’s Triumph

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In Satara’s embrace, where dreams unfold,

A tale of triumph, young Aditi Swami told.

Just seventeen, with a heart so bold,

Daughter of a Math’s teacher, a story to be told.

Gopichand, her father, a guide so true,

From a nearby village, to Satara they flew.

To Shahu Stadium, destiny’s preview,

A legacy of archery, a passion she knew.

At twelve, the city’s vibrant beat,

Introduced her to sports, a choice so neat.

In a corner, where arrows greet,

Archery’s call, her heart did meet.

Coach Pravin Sawant, in fields of cane,

A mentor’s touch, in sun and rain.

In the sugar cane’s golden terrain,

Aditi’s journey began, free from chain.

World Archery beckoned, in 2023’s embrace,

A champion’s spirit, the youngest to grace.

Compound Women’s final, a gold-laden chase,

India’s pride, in that sacred space.

A trailblazer, breaking barriers with might,

In the World Cup era, post-2006’s light.

Gold medals gleamed, in youth’s delight,

A radiant star in the archery night.

Asian Games of 2022, she soared,

In the winning team, her prowess roared.

With Jyothi and Parneet, a bond restored,

In history’s pages, their names adored.

Arjuna’s honor, bestowed from high,

By the President’s hand, in the Indian sky.

Aditi Swami, a bow-wielding spy,

Unfurling glory, reaching for the sky.

A daughter’s journey, a father’s pride,

In the world of archery, side by side.

Satara’s gem, with dreams so wide,

Aditi Swami, forever in stride.