There was a shout
be that of anything out
that be of nothing stout
but being of a great win out.
The noise rose high
perhaps it went up the sky
hastening the birds to fly
as they felt shy.
The sound was so deep
made everyone leap
they jumped very steep
tears coming out in a weep.
The crowd getting jittery
they started behaving quirky
there arose a tension jerky
creating a chaos and turning murky.
The win was a fabulous one
with an impressive run
where one could see a lot of fun
ending up with friendly shots from the gun.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “The Win And After”
I did not see the last word of the poem…the last line read “ending up with friendly shots from the ..” …maybe it’s just my monitor…enjoyed the poem though.