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Victory

Victory is clichéd, you’ll say,

I know, but let me try it differently.

Let me see how can I pen down,

My ideas about victory or triumph.

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Two hands reject their grudges and differences,

And merge themselves in a single dot,

Celebrating achievements and sharing miseries,

Thereby, ushering in the winning of humanity.

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Again, when the self decides to spread himself,

From a tiny dot to two benevolent and compassionate hands,

Radiating happiness to the world outside,

Hurray! Victory can’t be ignored or blocked.

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And, thus, the victory over the self,

Is the biggest victory ever possible,

Most disregard it, I know not why,

For a dot we’re in this mighty universe,

We’ll also become one when we die,

So why this fuss? Why this show?

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Written by Amrita Mallik

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