Last Breath of Underdogs
No one killed the spirit
Only the confinement inside body
At the same place for millennia
Has stopped its courage
And velour
Needed to make swift decisions
And point blank range bull’s eye
Last egg hatched by the bird
In her secret nest
Was of her rivals!
Striking the bells of the church
And beckoning to the virgin
To the alter
For the best man
Had lost his footings on
threshold!
Triumphing over lesser
But bowing before the powerful
2012-03-15
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