Just Call Me Victory! ! ! Poem by delalorm fiaka

Just Call Me Victory! ! !



When i stepped into the ring..
i didn't aim to fight..i came to win..
when i heard the commencing bell ring...
on the crown i set my sights...complacency in the bin..

When they threw the first punch...
i grimaced, then i stuttered...
then steadied and remained staunch...
red faced..pulse fast paced but resilience far from shattered...

Then i mustered my first jab..
aimed straight at the temples..
a mastered duck met it..life could sometimes be a crab..
headless to my combos..swish dodgy ensembles..

Get into the corner...
who? me? the challenge? or the umpire?
definitely not me.. i am not the destined loser..
ill fight on even if the straights get more dire..

I may not pick the round..
eventuality is cast in iron by my faith..
i sure will heave and hound..
but I WILL be the victor, no matter how late.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 26 April 2013

no matter how late, good poem. thanks.

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