The Winner Takes It All Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When in school, wide eyed a kid
Three R's me thought were the way,
Looking stern, somewhat rigid,
They made one learned from lay.

Later it was you, O life:
Thou wert the one to know well—
Walking on the edge of knife,
One false step ruinous might spell.

I grew up somewhat way lost,
Life posed me options many
That, never were weighed wisely,
He won— the first to the post.

Learnt, life bows to him that bends,
Not him that scales blocking wall,
Not means, life race is of ends,
The winner where takes it all.
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Musings | 04.02.15 |