I win again!

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!