sathya narayana (12-06-1958 / Nellore, Andhra Pradesh)
AT THE BRINK
“Few more strides into rival site; fight! Fight!
Yelled a lieutenant, “Conquest’s within our sight”
“Few more mouthfulls of ale; let me guzzle, guzzle”
Craved a carouser, “I’m at the edge of the azure”
“One more joker in the deck; let me bet! Bet!
Hoped a gamester, “I’m going to hit jackpot”
“More billions in coffer; let me earn! Earn! ”
Yearned a magnate, “I’ll soon be number one”
“One more cute woman; let me try! Try”
Vied a wooer, “My grand hundredth prey”
“Awful are human wiles; I can’t deal! Heal! ”
Riled Almighty “I crawl into the Black hole”
Slimy borders shake you, shock you; strain! Drain!
Gain on with guts; lest back to square one! Again! ! ! !
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