One of desolate moments
sans anything going right
Game all set for match
but intent for a fight
Objectivity in shambles
expectancy seeming glum
Anxiety of chosen choices
foretell the end outcome
As one feels bit cheery
new facet comes to fore
Inducing varied irritants
unexpected since before
Whatever be the outcome
of now appears unknown
Awards awaited patiently
for all good in past sown
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