THE REALIZATION TO BE A WINNER

 

 

He had fought for what he thought was right;

Had devoted, to his noble goal, all his strength, and might!

Yet, victory had been snatched from the grasp, of his hands.

Any success, in his face, seemed to be locked, by iron bands.

Now, he realized the truth-

There was, no right no wrong.

Now, once again, he was born!

He had tried, so long, but all in vain;

Needlessly, suffered so much pain!

But the victory was elusive,

Oh! Success was delusive!

For, triumph had never been his;

Only agony!

Not for a fleeting moment, did he find, imagined bliss,

Oh! What an injustice was this.

Then he realized, the truth of life;

All around, grief, struggle and strife-

Love stabbed in the back, by jealousy's knife!

Yet he had to get away from it,

And to succeed, use,

All, his skills: all his wit.

Even, if overcome, he wouldn't despair,

For it wouldn't help him a bit!

He realized that enemies all around,

Would try to pull him down,

Yet, he had to smile.

Even though, his fortunes plummeted all the while,

He had to fight off all difficulties,

With a clear conscience,

And, without, a frown!

And then never would he,

Into hatred's darkness and despair drown.

Defeated he never would be,

And in the end, he would lift,

That, which to him was his greatest gift;

The" winner's crown"!

He realized that people,

Expected many whimsical things,

Yet, he could not let such thoughts take wings.

He knew that even if all his efforts,

Seemed to be in vain,

He should silently bear the pain.

For he knew,

That it is from the ashes, that the phoenix flew,

And, it's after the thunderstorm,

That the sweet wind blew;

That after April's showers, May's wildflowers grew.

He knew that even if he was defeated again;

Oh! That much was to him clearly plain;

Yet, he suffered no pain,

'Cause now from his mistake,

Something he would learn; something he would gain!

              

Though vanquished,

He knew that defeat was nothing bad,

Nothing demoralizing, nothing sad!

Now failure couldn't make him mad.

He would calmly learn the lesson,

That to him, taught, defeat, had.

At least he had learned something new,

At least he had broadened his view,

And yes, it was true!

Now, though defeated, he wouldn't all day rue.

But before the setting of the sun,

He would try again,

And triumph would be won.

He had learned life's greatest lesson,

This put an end to his traumatic session;

That the way to be rid of,

The soul, heart and mind's strife,

Was, to do the best one could;

And that he certainly would,

And then be content,

As he could do, no more.

In their quest, who will succeed and who will fail;

That no one knows.

But he should try his best to win,

That much he owes,

Whatever difficulties come his way,

He would not cringe.

Not now, when he was at victory's fringe.

To give up; no!

He wouldn't, even if he had to face the world's woe.

Such thoughts never came to his mind,

For, he had long past, left negative attitude behind.

His worry's burden was lightened,

After the loss, came the realization,

And he was now enlightened.

He had got rid of fear's blight,

And his anxiety had begun to abate.

He had saved himself from pessimism's plight,

And his heart's pain had begun to go.

So did his eternal woe.

He was now in a calm state,

Turning away all the negative blight,

Peace, shown from his heart and soul,

And it made him once more whole;

A positive beam of shining white, pure, true light!

 

After all,

Tomorrow was another day,

Another morning;

Happy and gay!

Once more his talents,

Would the winner, display.

To win, he would surely, find his way.

Men expressed their vehement disagreements,

And pointed out the drawbacks of his plans,

Earlier it had pricked his heart like a thorn,

Yet, now he treated these cynics with scorn.

For the realization, had refined the fire,

This was, the fuel for his desire,

He had retired with a hope, earlier forlorn,

For he knew, soon he would be dead and gone.

Men disapproved of him, earlier, he would crumble,

If men opposed him, earlier he would tremble.

But now, for such, he had not, single care,

For now, he lived in freedom's air,

He could do, what he wanted, without despair.

To sail through the winner's life without defeats care,

And to do this, he would dare!

And no, the work was not yet done,

But, out rose from darkness,

The glorious, rising sun.

The battle, not against defeat, but himself was won.

He wouldn't shy away into self-pity's deep dark lair,

To him, to live his own life, he thought, was only fair.

Now, even if everyone said that he was doing wrong,

In his resolve, he was steadfast and strong.

Ever willing, and ready to suffer long!

He knew success would eventually be his,

His dark clouds silver lining was this.

After the long yet fleeting agony would come victory's bliss.

Now even if everyone said he was immoral and bad,

He wasn't by their criticism sad.

They couldn't taunt him and make him mad.

He'd made himself an able man, from an unwilling lad.

He didn't dream of worldwide recognition,

Nor, of honors; galore!

He didn't wish to be at society's fore,

But dreamt of his people, to bring them ashore!

He had dreamt this dream,

Even as a lad,

To do what he wanted, with his God-given life,

To be at peace, in this world of strife,

To stab a rebellion, with reason's knife,

And be above suspicion, like Caesar's wife!

Now even if everyone called him evil,

He was not perturbed,

And even when everyone mocked at him,

He was not disturbed,

For they could not shake,

His steadfast mind.

His victory, they couldn't take away from him;

Nor with their cruel thoughts, deeds, and words,

Make his bind.

For, the decision, to be a winner,

That he had made,

He would, with perseverance; victory, always find.

Now, even if society called him a sinner,

He did not care, at all,

For, he knew that he was a winner,

Their words couldn't bring about his downfall.

And he had finally realized that he was free,

That was all that he needed, a winner to be!

He knew that he was a winner.

That he could pull off the impossible feat,

For, he would surely succeed,

As he would never admit defeat.

Even when he saw the enemy gain,

He would try and try again,

Until by his valiant deed,

 He would, defeat, defeat, and succeed.