To win despite the odds remains my only aim,
For life has dealt us every breath without a name.
The cards were turned a little late, a little wrong perhaps,
Why mourn a passing hand or fate, or carry needless shame?
Some gamble all for love's embrace, some burn in blind desire;
Each risks a heart, each feeds a fire, though none will say the same.
One wakes beneath a sky of gold, another walks through smoke;
The stars divide their gifts alike—who then is there to blame?
Why should we curse our destiny or quarrel with the winds?
Each soul receives its written share before it ever came.
I've lost a thousand little wars, yet still I rise again;
The one who stands after the fall has earned enduring fame.
Manoj, the greatest victory no battlefield can give:
To conquer one's own restless heart is life's eternal aim.
________Manoj Mehta___________
