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he stood on the rock, with the winds...
whispering the authorities he had gathered.
he was the winner, the king today,
the numerous struggles that had surmounted day by day.
mother's face glimmering in front of his face.
what hope she had always dripping from her eyes..
calculations n miscalculations more so,
stood by him, all through, as he sauntered for today.
rock solid was the faith that steered his ship..
to the height that seemed a million leagues away.
accolades showered, blessed soul, the winner...
he closes his eyes, tongue sensing the salt,
and moved to the days that were known as yesterdays.
he was yet another marionette on stage,
no detour, no false takes..
and finally he was the winner, winning a million hearts away.
'the winner', 'the winner'....echoed in his mind,
all melancholy rose and shook the world in a way.
the path was all rough, no deterring did he display..
and now he remembered the harsh days gone by..
all's well that ends well, was all the winner could say...
nupur singhal
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