Spirit never loses: A poem 

The elephants in the sky are realisations now 

That ideals can be burnt when we overmilk the cow 

A child masters circumstance with his innocence 

Even the agonies of life decay with persistence 

Broad shoulders are heat that rise from the ashes 

Life still survives, death comes in patches 

Rain comes with changes of seasons and ages 

The sun never sets; it keeps scorching adages 

Victories can be misfortunes that vindicate crime 

Destiny has a way of reversing in time 

The traveler sees the truth when the alarms chime 

There’s order in the chaos, though it seems no reason or rhyme 

He who braved like a lion didn’t weep from the onion 

The race for the trophy doesn’t fascinate God’s minion 

Though he never won, he was never a loser 

The spirit in him was the sole choser