I wrote this poem, about two months back, explaining the reality of the situation at that time, coupled with some imagination.
Dream
I was on cloud nine,
Having been selected,
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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