a poem by Anup S Mudugal

As I stand to watch them struggle,
A feeling of agony runs over.
I remember days, when I used
To lead them from the front.
Now I stand to be called as
A former one.
Though I feel that I would have
Won easily now,
I am a rejuvenated one, a former one
And an aged one.
Though they say ‘luck favours
The strongest one’.
Not always does it go in
The right way.
Though I went for each and every
Opportunity in the way,
I could not make it, for
This special day.
It takes guts to bear them
Call ‘former one’.
I stand now accepting that
I am a former one.