A Priceless Year! Poem by Shruti Kumar

It was only a year ago,
When an eventful jaunt started,
A course to learn and grow;
With you and just a septet.

Bethinking it yet again,
The year was brisk and fleet;
Yet, fruitful for reasons twain -
Nothing ever felt feckless, inane or obsolete.

Even for the rounds we lost,
I feel it has rather been our win,
Discerning skills to further accost,
Alleviated by your aid, valued more than a sequin*!

Debating, is without a doubt,
A priceless art to learn.
With patience, mastering to bout;
Opposing yet showing no spurn.

So thank you; for your patience, fortitude,
For your guidance and steer.
Accept this simplest form of sheer gratitude,
Thank you, yet again, for a propitious year.

*Refers to gold coins here