Quote 7: Edmund Hillary

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20/08/2016 by Siddiqui Fayesal

They called it a feat.

I walked the thin line
Of emancipation with
A tight fist
And a fake smile.

Peppered a folksy proverb
With a folksy wave
And a light-hearted

That’s what some like.
Small stories.

Small stories
With large metaphors
And larger heroics.

Because who the hell
Fights a war that lasts

What kind of victory
Is it when the
Fighters are devoured?

I walked the
Line that cleaved
Right from the 

From White to
That shimmered
Under the rose tints
That my fellow folks

I walked
And smiled
The winning

Yes, there was pain.
Anguish licked my
Insides as I
Played it again.

Over and over again
I played it
Till I was numb
To the pain.

And suddenly,
The pain was gone
Like it was never

It was a faint memory
Of an inconvenience 
To me.

After all, I was on the
Road of Victory.

And victors don’t

People do not decide to become extraordinary. They decide to accomplish extraordinary things.

Siddiqui F.

NB: The first 7 lines were written at work on the 16.08.2016 and the remaining on 20.08.2016 at home.

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