I was sitting on the podium,
Waiting for my turn to speak.
My stomach had since long began to rumble
And I was sure that I would fumble.
But my mind was trying to recollect,
Out of its old treasures, some useful artifacts.
It took me back on the pathway of time,
When I had won the prize sublime.
The way I had laughed and danced with joy,
And my heart felt very light and away it could fly.
My second stop on the pathway was during a time bad,
For after a lot of hard work, defeat was all I had.
The way I had walked with my face down,
And my heart was so heavy that it could drown.
And then sitting upon the stage, upon an idea I trod,
That the cycle of life has always its two wheels in motion.
The one is of victory and the other is of defeat.
But the wheels are not very important,
Because their motion of maturity and experiences’ is always moving ahead.
I got the idea after participating in a debate competition.
