The Cup In Hands

The Cup in Hands

The cup in hands
Are not empty
It full of sweet sweats
Breaths and smiles
And tears in triumph.
Thus win the hearts.

The cup in hands
May be pure gold
May be shining silver
May be brown bronze
And somebody weeping
Without any piece of the prize.
Sense the warmth of the game.

Battle in this ground continues
Nobody wins forever
Not feel like a dirty racial meet.
With words or for ways...
Don’t through the hard hammer
strikes and crushes cranial box
Shake the hands, give the hug
This is the handsome raise
I.e. The sportsmanship.

The cup in hands
Are not empty
It full of sweet sweats
Breaths and smiles
And tears in triumph
Thus win the hearts.
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VinodKumar V