Defeat seems a jolt to smooth motion of life,
A confrontation with destiny,
An insult to the spirit.
Worldly life is a long series of defeats,
( Where, at times, survival alone seems to be the biggest victory),
But man rises after each knockdown to attend to the next duty,
And this goes on till the final fall.
Defeat is not the opposite of victory, but a state far perverse,
Man does not die once but many times in a lifetime,
Life is a series of islands in an abyss,
A much expectant walk through a minefield.
In life no defeat or victory is final,
Worldly defeat or success is not a measurement of the spirit,
Which is seeking unison with universe,
A harmony of the elements,
A celebration of nature.
