A sophisticated tiny conical
lump of feathers
Determining victorious overthrows Migrating back and forth
Hit by hands made of steel
Defeat and Victory are age old lovers.
Before they chose different routes
One lead to paradise
One lead to parasites
Standing between the two
They're Smiling at each other
Like nothing ever
happened between them
I. Am. Perplexed.
I go back home to Defeat
My sisters & brothers go to Victory
I try to be replaced by them
But all In vain
Defeat invites me with an Aarthi
"Come back home, my darling.
I'm so glad you're back.
This is where you belong.
Victory doesn't know as much as I do"
True.
Victory is all sunshine and rainbows
With redbulls and Caeser salads
It can't know the depths of gloom or grim
Fueled with dolo 650s
and blurred visions
I long to feel the warmth of
Of the world famous Victory,
-Beaming rays all winners shine under-
on my Sagging, aching skin
But Defeat wraps me
in it's pitch endless empty engulfs
I hear a startling whisper
"Too late, loser"
