I was lying all bruised and hammered, as the world surrounding me laughed
A bright light of God from high above looked at me and said, “It is a conventional ugly craft”
An angel from the heavens flew down and sat beside my debris
Her tears fell and within me was a sudden impulsive spree
She whispered in my ears, “The battle is far from over”
“It was only a regular exercise to end your ugly rover”
“You lost this game because the almighty no more wanted you to be a part of the clueless nomad cattle”
This is what you call, the blessing of a lost battle
“Every droplet of blood that flows will make you strong from within”
“So that the next time when you fight with your opponents, you can actually drill their chin”
In life, you cross hurdles and break stones all to make you tough
And hence you are well prepared to face the ugly bluff
Never be shy of loosing, as it opens the door to winning
Without a loss, your life is like a ball with constant spinning
Thou almighty, thank you from keeping me at bay from the modern tattle
And bestowing me with the blessing of this lost battle
