You called me cheat and hurled me names, That I am self-centred, to fill my coffers, Surrounded by sycophants to blow my horn, Our race was epic, spicier than the Vedas. We raised our game to make Kurushetra a child's play, You took my dignity, I took your sanity, tit for tat, this for that, we took politics to dizzying heights, I was in chains, you were behind bars. We were neck to neck, shoulder to shoulder, My swan song so sweet, To put on a pedestal, to the petals showered by the plebians, Sweet victory keeps on coming, when you bow in humility to my lifeless cadaver, my soul sees you as asking forgiveness. I will clean the slate, Now that I am a saint, I will set a duel, When I see you, in no time I will! Guess, I'll win again!