Kalpesh Desai Poems

Isn't it ironic that
The prize is won by the one who plays the game,
Not by those who desire the trophy or fame;
That the one who experiences wealth and has it all,
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For every loved one who broke your heart,
A perfect stranger will come through;

And when there are times that you cannot tell people apart,
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We stood on the shoulders of giants,
We could see further than most;
Don't mistake our strength for defiance,
We are soldiers, we fiercely guard our post;
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