Saturday, November 2, 2013


I wrote this poem, about two months back, explaining the reality of the situation at that time, coupled with some imagination.


I was on cloud nine,
Having been selected,
Agra it was, ITC.

I was hopeful and fine,
Games have started,
She arrived, I see.

She shook hands in line,
Heart rate elevated,
Then, I couldn't see.

I felt soaked in rain,
All neurons erected,
It was bliss, you see.

In the end, it was not my day,
But, yet, she made my day.

The Queen, A Walking Taj, A Distant Dream!

Signing Off, Randy Alstone!

Stay Alstoned!

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