Just An Extra Inch Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

In sports, as in life, just an extra inch
That makes winners from chafe of faltered fate,
That, in the face of death would never flinch,
Or else be runners-up winnowed at gate.
Alas, this odd inch is never for free;
A sapling needs a surfeit of good care
That its will's not wilted, nor yet its dare,
In course the sapling grows a giant tree.

By knowing well the game nor being there,
No player of sports can good sportsman be,
But by dogged discipline, devil's dare,
Will to win, grace to lose, and let it be,
A winner once knows, win he always won't,
A loss from blue shall never ever daunt.
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Sonnets | 09.04.04 |