I WON, NOT

I WON, NOT

Walking currently:

I won, not
A prize, a battle,
A competition,
Nor a draw.

I won, not
Any tangible,
But maturation,
In the humanity's maw.

Possessing power,
A visage deserted of covetousness,
On behalf of my heart,
That only intended to aid.

A few steps backwards:

Extreme possession,
of that uncontrollable ability.
Led me to reflect myself internally:
Sheer obsession to aid.
Though and yet I suffered:
Sheer ignorance
Sheer ostracisation
Sheer dispair
Until and after
The sky clad itself,
A farewell to the sun,
Which wasn't ever bright enough,
To fight the darkness that followed it.

Forecasting the end of my trail:

Fate, a misery.
Even when success lies at my feet,
Jealous rest, grasp my chemise,
Willing to eat me off,
To suppress and bury
That wonderful ability:
Later I mastered.
All that
To manifest a superior margin
Of themselves.

Therefore,
I won, not.
A question indeed,
A vanquished fight against the resentful: just like a sacrificial piece,
Or, loosing that power, strong enough to impact the world?
Like an argument is whirling in my head which I can't overcome,
Like the palpable situation, I won or not?

Unwarranted challenge!

I am thinking,

about walking,

walking continuously,

 Not noticing,

The successive hindrances.

Whilst thinking,

And dreaming,

I was letting myself topple,

Over the roads of life.

It's a challenge,

Huh, so unwarranted!

So acclimatised I am,

Within the radar of prejudices,

Judgements, claims etc.

All of them, enacting,

To be so formal,

But yet, unintelligent here. 

Huh, yet not noticing, I walk!

Towards falling and

Approaching the hindrances,

Further on a path, towards success!

Perplexed you are!

Oh boy, oh boy, don’t be so Jealous,

There comes a point when everyone possesses the thrive,

It's nobody, but god, who can tell us,

For what’s the reality and the speculative.

Once in a while, Julius Caesar,

A great leader, shortly for a course,

Was contaminated as a mugger.

Try not to do that with me once more, Brutus! 

You'll pick the wrong path.

You’re confused,

Perplexed you are!

Let the clouds downpour,

Be open to a clear sky,

That'd be the point,

 at which you'd perceive the gospel.

At last, 

Why would I fib?

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Where do I live?

This is where I live,

The world I can’t believe

To exist.

This is where I live,

Pride assumes control over life,

Dagger over a thumb.

Oh, this is where I live!

Where divinity is over believed,

Religion takes over life.

Oh, is this where I live?

Carry me away, 

Oh not you divine being,

I command my sleep.

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