The gage was thrown down,
The eyes met,
laced with vengeance,
And the fight begun.
No one was sure where it was headed,
But their egos played,
In myriad forms,
And devised ploy to make the opponent shudder.
But at the end,
No one won,
All that was left behind,
Was bruised souls,
And disheveled dreams.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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Absolute true words penned Shantanu, ego always mars everything!
Beautiful composition.
No one won,
All that was left behind,
Was bruised souls,
And disheveled dreams.
Thanks for your kind words
Thanks so much for your kind read
I love this part, “Bruised souls”
Thanks so much for your kind words
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Absolutely true! Ego destroys everything!!
Thanks so much for beautiful comment ❤️
This is the summary of an useless argument and how it bruises the souls on either end
Absolutely true my friend. Thanks for reading
Sometimes losing is the sole win
Well said. Thanks for reading
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Swagat apka.
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So true ….there are no winners in a war
Yes. No one wins. Thanks for reading
My pleasure
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