In search of a winner

Each one of is out on a war of survival in this world. There are people about whom the whole world thinks that they are successful but they themselves find solace only in terminating their existence while there are others who think to have achieved success but world wants to get rid of them. An interplay of the the complex forces working on individuals both from within and without ( from outside ) results in a realisation of what a winner is.... though it may be a bit late...........

In Search of a Winner

Winners are not those who had the kill,

They are the ones who rode their will.

Paths are always thorny across the hill.

Barren lands to cultivate need better till.

Limitless is potential, boundless is the sky,

Flight only measures how much did one try.

Only sheep and cattle heed herdsman’s cry,

Yells and shouts would only make birds fly. 

Not the ships but only boats need oars,

Not the hideous wolf but only tiger roars.

Hound cools heels while the eagle soars,

Of course even lions don't dare boars.

Winners are steady, but not always slow.

Boulders make turbulent a river's flow,

Winds don't need earthly props to blow,

Sun needs no teaching how to glow.

Wars are won by the files and ranks,

Not by whims and fancies of cranks.

Streams don't cry for the gone by banks,

Oceans bind lands that bind many a tanks.

Yes for no and no for yes is daily drill,

One who accedes is of his opinion still,

Bird’s flight is not written with a quill,

Graves with skeletons need better fill,

Weight is an asset till not thrown around,

More hollow the drum, louder is the sound.

Don't get a square peg when hole is round,

Why be penny wise and foolish by pound.

Time is the healer, time is the killer,

Time is packed and doesn't need filler.

Timeless is the beauty of the sweating tiller.

Time annihilates all, whether merchant or miller,

Life's journey is a path with many a bend,

Each one of us has one's own self to fend.

One ought to have some fire to mend,

Means are as important as is the end.

Invisible destinations ought to loom fears,

Loved ones would have eyes full of tears.

Why live without time for love and cheers,

Get-up, arise and change your gears.

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