My Poem
A Anjandev Roy
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My poem cries in pain and despair,
It accuses me as it fails to win the laurels,
I try my best to write it with my great ink,
Still it can not satisfy the judges.
My dear poem! don't misinterpret me,
Win or defeat is an inevitable part of the competition,
Take it sportingly and forget what has happened,
I may be lean and pale,
But my efforts are always the best to make you truly successful.
In every situation I want to see you as a real winner,
I will be a blithe spirit then.
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