Animal Spirits Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

A fight is fought not only to win a prize.
It is often fought just for the sake of right.

Soldiers seldom play ludo in a battlefield.
Farmers never yawn away their hours in a cornfield.

Defeats wear better crests than fallow rests.
They yield better kids in sooner or later tests.

Wounded warriors gather their bated breaths.
They pay back their due with once dented strength.

To fight with all might is an ancient motto.
Only lotus eaters retire to their dreamy grotto.