An Extraordinary Feat

Resist the pull of the pen,

The pull of the deliberating mind,

The pull of the sentimental heart,

Resist. Your very very best might elude.

An extraordinary feat requires an extraordinary effort.

It deserves, demands your soul,

Every drop of blood and oxygen,

All your memories, your everything.

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I inhabit now the immortal soul of my brothers and sisters.

I am now all my people.

My deepest deepest wish has come true.

I will rejoice in pure abandon with my brother and sister.

Pure joy is rarest on Earth.

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The ball sails in an arc most majestic.

I have done it !

My children and friends, We have done it !

With the immense power vested in me -

The power of billion stirring souls,

From their outwardest skins to their hearts' cores -

I will seal this moment forever in my eyes.

See through my eyes.

We are the victors today.

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I am proud of myself today,

Proud of my beautiful body, my deftest hands,

My strongest legs, My sharpest brain, my powerful lungs.

They gave their all. I'll give them my tears.

My unrestrained laughter, my uncontrolled foolish dance.

Right now here now, I'm Alive

In full splendor.

I am the bravest hero.

They shout through me the loudest victory chant.

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I am happy for my sons.

Bravest champions, You gave me

Your sweat and life.

I have asked a lot from you,

Been unkind, loved too much.

Love and too-much-love are blind,

You and I know in our hearts.

You have played the game like the ancient olympians,

Graceful and strong in your gritty sweet victory.

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Wherefore I find words ? Who speaks through me ?

Who gives life to me ?

I have found the answer today.

It is the simple desire of all of me,

My whole head to the tip of my toe,

My innumerable little sweet cells, all my breathing organs,

their deepest wish to live with the head held high,

With no fear in their mind.

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What is the highest purpose of victory ?

My friends and children, It is to find

The fortitude to cleanse oneself,

To bring one's soul to Purity.

My garment needs so much cleaning.

And today on the victory stand,

I vow to find the strength

Somehow.

Today on the victory stand,

I am my people

For a fraction of history.

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PS :Dedicated to India's great World Cup victory in Cricket.