Christmas Poem By Aneek Chatterjee
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Victory

Those who want to win
let them be winners …
Some victories stand on
deceit & tears & shame
Some joys melt in hard
stones in gloomy afternoons.
A mad rush to the podium
fails to listen
to the whispers of dust
& grass; the agony of dashing
air accompanying you
If you still want to run,
you’ll reach & adorn the podium
only to discover that your run
is incomplete
& the white starting line,
supposedly straight,
looks curved from here, with you
at the tip
of an embarrassed curve