Aniruddha Pathak Poems
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The Spirit Of Sports
Sports no more let the air breathe light,
Nor make laughter look somewhat bright,
No more do sports entertain right,
May be the spirit is laid
Low, if not deeply buried and dead
In debris called commerce and trade.
When winners win and take it all,
While losers lose face and look small,
Forgetting there’s spirit in losing too,
In learning lessons all anew,
But business end of sports brighter does glow,
And spirit of sports smoulders buried low.
Motivation there ever is to win,
Most have it hid in hearts’ within,
But rare comes a man ...
Birth Of Death
Narrate shall I now how Death came ‘pon Earth,
Said Vyasa to Yudhishthir so shattered
By Abhimanyu’s death he wished to die,
‘Shame on me, a young dream now lies scattered’.
A story ‘tis of gilded Golden Age,
Of king Akampan that had lost his all
In war, lost a dear son1 that fought battles
Brave in a losing cause at costs too tall.