By Nidarshana Das
In the grand arena where we vie and strive,
Underneath the sun's gaze, we come alive.
It's not just about the trophy or the crest,
But the journey, the challenge, and our quest.
For every win, and every loss we bear,
Is but a moment's glory, fleeting as air.
Let not your heart harbor grudge or spite,
For victory's shadow fades into the night.
Remember, competitors, both far and near,
What we clutch today, tomorrow may disappear.
Nothing in this vast world holds forever tight,
All must be left behind at the soul's flight.
Let us not take to heart the fall or rise,
But in every outcome, find wisdom wise.
In the grand tapestry of time, our threads entwined,
In wins and losses, life's lessons we're designed to find.
So spread this message, clear and bold,
With grace, accept the stories untold.
For in the end, it's not about the prize we hold,
But the spirit of the game, brave and bold.
Let's cherish the journey, the highs and the lows,
As forward on this earthly path, each soul goes.
And when we depart, leaving dust to dust,
May we leave behind memories, in which others trust.
For nothing is permanent, under the sun's bright dome,
We are but travelers, until we're called home.
So, let this be our legacy, our eternal flame,
In the art of living, not just the game.