I remember a time, when I took part in a race
When I got nervous, seeing the audience, face to face
I had practised a lot, and it was not a fake
But my fear-inflicted heart asked, what if others overtake
Then the moment came, and the race was about to start
I cud feel my nerves and the beats of my heart
The shot was fired, and I leaped towards the rope
I gave it all I had, and I was full of hope
The power that I pushed in, and the pain I had had
Soon proved out to be useless, and I became sad
In the final 2 meters, 3 runners overtook me
Failure was everywhere, as far as I could see
I was disappointed, I got no medal, no fame
And then I realized,
It doesn't matter whether you win or lose
What matters is, that you played the GAME.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
The Final Moment
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Suman,
The poem was going on nice, but the last 6 lines were very cliched.
I tried to refine ur poem by modifying the last few lines to maintain the same spirit and form u intended.
The power that I pushed in, and the pain I had had
Was indeed overbearing, and not just a tad
Racers were zooming past me, one by one
Frustration and anger was rising, not the thrill of having won !!!
How could I lose something I had given so much time
Isn't there justice for an effort so divine?
Or wait, was life teaching me a lesson here, saying "Hey man its just a game",
Just a single loss wouldnt prove that, oh, you are a ,lame!
Efforts will bring rewards sooner or later,
Till then continue in all zest, just to make things better :)
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