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Arhana Ramamurthy

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A Kingdom had come to watch the show,

One that carried all the glory of the game.

the next week, year and century,

Depended on the happenings of that day.


Blue wasn't as much of a colour,

As it was a religion in itself.

Success and failure come in waves,

But they were expected to control the sea today.


The home team of a home league,

Too much of a cliche some could have said.

But when one sacrifices all they have,

They can afford to live on the edge. 


The day was a mesmerising haze of screams,

A performance that appealed to the very Gods.

It was a game; but theirs to lose,

In the moment? They could do nothing wrong.


So the legion of blue cheered on,

Its deserving kings in their peak of glory.

It was  a fight to the very end,

But one was flying while the other was soaring.


“What, man! Courage yet.”

We said nervously to each other.

Birds fall only to fly again,

So it wasn't over till it was over.


Who said that great things don't happen?

Sometimes things turn out alright.

But after the dust settled and Victors rose,

Too bad they didn't this time.


Should the losers have seen it coming?

Perhaps just as much,

As a man would foresee a tiger devouring it,

The very tiger he had come to hunt.


A Kingdom come, but the war was lost,

The bitter irony,

That before the largest audience in the world,

The only eleven in yellow had made history.


Should they have seen it coming?

Maybe,against such worthy adversaries.

They were so close and yet so far,

To an everlasting legacy.


What makes a champion, and what a loser?

Well, a champion plays the game.

He may lose and he may concede, but

He has all the luck on the final day.


The kings came, and so they went,

It wasn't meant to be that day

Should the players have seen it coming?

They couldn't have in any way.


Some would say it luck is a fickle friend,

Some would say it was fate.

But maybe it just wasn't in their DNA,

To win on that final day.


The players had slumped to the ground,

When the winners took over the field.

When all was gone and all was lost,

And everything had become real.


Everyone cried when they lost that day,

But something broke me, and I can't explain,

What I felt when the captain hide his tears from the world,

And said shakily, "It was just fate".


Maybe it was destined to be that way.

But It hurts all the same.

To have lost

All because of fate.

On that final day.


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