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The Other Dish

The Other Dish


It was indeed, a memorable victory
perhaps has found its way into the ‘remarkable history’

A Gold won, in the world-famous tournament

is why we players are here, cherishing the ‘beloved’ treatment...

Silver platter is what our food is served in
and oh! the food within, is heaven’s delight which only in our dreams we’d seen

and the chandeliers had such mesmerizing grace,

indeed they matched the charm of that place...

Briny taste of the caviar,
floral scent of saffron,

garlicky tinge to the white truffles

were just a few which caught my gaze,

all served to honor the moment’s glory and showcase...

All my mates, along with me were flattered 

by the delicacy only we knew who truly deserved…

The world looked up to us today, we know

but in our own eyes, we’d fallen way too low...



Apart from the many dishes served,


One another existed which only we could see


It contained the fact that our match was fixed

It was a dish, of our staged victory;


totally beyond gross, and that’s because


that dish, I must say tasted worse than loss...

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