Triumph!

Blessed with a leaf of life

Initiate a walk,

And speak to some soul

And some we mock!

Crowned by knowledge in every bend

Some original, some just lent

Progress in crafting our perspective

Building us differently, as we live

Thriving further, we crave for power

In diurnal course, in our earthly hour

Flaunting our sword

We slay some unkind

The potion of triumph

Makes us blind

We incline to think

That our present is brink

Hence cradle our measured step

To form a policy and give it shape

We manipulate life

Making the subaltern a passé and strife

As we are charmed to win

Encompassed by ruckus and din

Breaking down somewhere inside

Something weeps bitterly in fright

Where is the conscience?

Where is soul?

All we see, is a big hole!

It is deserted,

And stands alone

Drinking the potion of triumph

Displaying our talents finely honed

What is this potion of triumph?

Breeding in the mental lump

It's a half-hearted grain

That has no self-restrain

O my world of angel souls!

Why do you feed this pungent roles?

If triumph is a immortal potion

Let me see it fight the death's ration

Let me see it take the food of life

It brings no cure

It drives no purpose

It is a mirage

A potion of daze!