I Have Lost The Game Poem by lalitha iyer

I am sitting
still in the starting
no, I did not run
it was not a fun
I knew, yes I knew
there is nothing new
that I can't compete
my limbs won't treat
my racing as neat
my brains won't beat
wasted with silly feats
I am still sitting at the start.

they all raced
red hot faced
all mad with joy
of pushing aside boys
jumping upon the tracks
that others laboured to mark
trampling with shoes
upon clueless bared toes
I am sad,
not for me
but for the losers
i did not lose
see, i did not join in the race
but for those who bled
and suffered in the shed
lost their lives
parted with their wives
gave up all dimes
just to win the prize
oh, the prize coveted
for the sake of a medal
and all this trumpets
their sound inciting the rest
in a medal, a hollow medal
many a dear loved ones seal
their fate, to stupid exiles
I wait, sobbing
yet, I wait too innocent was I
I want to run now
its time for next row
once i have seen the race
now i dont mind the chase
nor do i dash in craze
i have grown-up
i am no more for the end
i have fun with the going
yes, the end is always boring
it is all finished
win or lose, it is over
the drama is no more
the stage is snoring
now again for a match
am I a match
I am not ready
but who asks me buddy
I am goaded by unknown hands
by winds unseens i am sanded
yes, the race is no more on the ground
it is going on the underground
in the future
it is not my nature
yet, i have to go
no, i can't say no, no
they all are racing
and they all drowned in the in thing
my turn, i have to
behind me, oh, the sluggish ones
they are trotting from my backs
i cant speak, silence is telling
it is spelling my destiny
did i lose, do you think
that i have lost the thing
ha, ha, its a joke
a funny joke
humour in uniform
or uninformed....