EPHEMERAL WIN

Welcome to a show of bull-fighting,
One bull, represents the most intelligent being;
Other, who holds every living puppet’s string,
Doesn’t that sound funny and interesting?

One who is arrogant, feels like a king,
The other, quiet, never nestles such feeling;
One who is ever so adamant on winning,
The other lacks eagerness, seems unwilling.

The dullness of the other exaggerates one’s fervour,
Who then crouches with augmented ardour;
And prawls and leaps emanating terror,
Only to retreat without shaking the other.

Comes he again, loaded with extra adrenaline.
To vanquish the other, eyeing ephemeral win;
But alas, similar fate shatters him from within,
Undeterred still, he follows the same routine.

That’s the show when the Other has been silent,
Guess the terror, if he too turns violent;
But for Chrissake, he wont, as he is prudent,
And knows, peaceful coexistence is important.

The more the bounds of one’s intellect expand,
The more he wishes to overpower the land;
Unfortunately his vast cranium doesn’t understand,
That as the real conqueror, he can’t ever stand.

For, he is but a puppet, with a fragile lace,
Fastened to the Other’s fingers, with the Other’s grace;
Hope the stubborn bull comprehends the Base,
And shunning his ego, bows out of the ‘race’.