Winner –loser Poem by HARSH OZA

Life is a event
From birth to death
Every event has issues
Issues make debate
Debate brings argument’s
Argument’s make conflict’s
Conflict’s bring’s hatred
Hatred end at war’s
And the war has 2
Win & lose…

For some you see(people)
Have a fullness to conquer
World feels & bless them with
Courage to work there potential’s
Fame & honor water there feet’s
Even the god’s boon them
Rosy-cart
They are the true winning-winner’s of the world.

For some you see
Unknown to the world
Far from goals, miles from destiny
They are busy with the unworldly acts
Even the world is blind to what they can
But god bless them a white horse
To race the hurdles
They are the losing-winner’s to the life.




For some you see
The star’s of every eye
Hope’s run along every pumping heart
Lacking potential, far from effort’s
World dream’s them to be on kingfish thrown.
Even god weight’s them on a blind balance.
This are the winning losers to the world.

And now the rest left life us
The sun never shine bright on us
Neither the world saw us,
Nor did we ever bother
Even the lord’s never
Took us in count
So r we out and far
Form the mathematics of the world
You are the losing loser of our life so far.