THE WINNER
This journey you call yours,
A dreamers endless pursuit
Of flame and glory- the perfect story-
Has road rugged from wear.
And corpses lie, echoed by emptiness.
The
stage is empty, it always was
It
calls to you, O traveller of want!
Dare
you go to it? And let the dream not wilt?
Oh
seeker, can you leave everything
For
that Desire, that threatens
To
consume all life?
In the end, it is your name
That the crowds shall moan,
Yet, never forget- the winner, always, stands
alone.
Ananya Ajay Kumar
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