Christmas Poem By Aneek Chatterjee

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

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