The Loser

a poem by Rajesh Ranga Rao

The great ideas and the tiring work
The shiny logic in the dark
Stupendous efforts and precious time
Was thinking always about the fame

Found fishing for the success
Sleep for him had known to surpass
Goal being his only intention
Racing with his legible action

Luck had started its face off
All doors were then shut off
His ideas failed, efforts humiliated
Burden was already being accumulated

The bright sun had started to move away
Darkness was on his way
Fortune was away from his throne
And he was all alone
Gone with the wind
As the soft top sand
Blown away by the air
Perished! Like the thin hair

Nothing was left for him
Was not able to swim
His dream became a dream
Loser! Loser!! the world will scream