OUR RELAY (yr 1)

The battle line is drawn

Conquerors of our world

In antiquity we begun

Same quest to save a word

And though thy seed grow first

The fruits will always tell

For mine and theirs are best

The first shall then be fell

This relay of a race

Its soul is more than sense

It leaves us without trace

It falls deeper and dense

Not for the first be there

But for the who will dare.

RETROSPECT (yr 2)

My calendar started

In scurrying in other’s whims

Swinging my nerves

For faraway dreams

To hold and gather

In these hollowed rims

So bizarre a dilemma

My actual journey

I traversed with a second hand

I failed to show

Memories in Time’s sand

Retrospection.

I pen in correction

Of my failed bidding

Thus alone in reflection

Back in time to Time’s kitchen

Memories in second section

To the fore I bring

PENULTIMATE LANE (yr 3)

Third lane

This relay

Integral to the chain

Cares and walls subsiding

Our hopes beckon

A beacon fast approaching

We are drawn to the final lap

Our various Treasures

Run with diverse graces

Through this fire phase

Of our penultimate lane.

FINALLY… (yr 4)

The day is old

And the morning yellow sun

Finally ruling the sky

In her blinding splendour

The once young and bare tree

Finally swaying in the wind

With boughs and leaves

The once straight and uncompromised legs

Finally curved, mortalled with age and experience

Like moulded sculptors at Main Gate.

Finally still…

From this bloodless guiltied field

To worlds unfathomed

My world lay before me

In untamed horizons