Just a Comparison

Comparisons are awful to make,
not easy to admit,
and sour to taste!

But this superior being,
The ‘Human Race’.
Is accustomed to scurry an chase

let me strike a chord!
No war in this humankind
has led to harmony.
And no competition keeps you at relief.

The horror of defeat sometimes,
grows larger than the fear of death!
And keeps killing you with each breath.

Why compare? Why contend?
And when be beaten… why sulk at defeat?

On this exceedingly extensive earth,
if there is one you can rely,
Stand in front of the mirror,
he’ll be exactly in front of your eye.

This person with each triumph
doesn’t overpower you too.

And this defeat is far more sweet,
Than any win could ever be.   

The End

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