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Victory thy name is suffice

To fill the absolute crevice

Of pessimism and anything not nice.

You whisper Confidence

Eyes get open to avenues of good sense

Lie low the glumness

Where then is the way for depress?

Beam of sanguinity glaze

Pocket dear all the praise

Head held so high

Determination permanents, Oh My!

His shadow in victor is casted

Know Him in winners nested

His blessings in their smile rested.

Then where is the question to be tested?

Come victory hug me too

I am waiting at the threshold to woo you.

Sangeeta Chaudhary