It was an act of jealous mind
where nothing could reason out
only jealousy was brewing in
getting over the rational.
The spirit of competition is to win
having lost it is no fault
but trying to win next time
emboldens the spirit truly genuine.
That being the case always
fuming with venom across
fretting with anger all over
seem to be an indecent affair all through.
Seething through other’s success
scanning their methods of triumph
prompts an unhealthy derogation
failing to ensue a victory.
With the spirit getting exhausted
the planning ceases to an abrupt end
bringing in a turmoil and clandestine
junction wherein all roads diverge.