Winning Race Poem by sekharan pookkat

Winning Race



Tide and tourists pays
Fancy price for your fair promise.

Trap of desires holding
Tilth of sheen for sacking.

Valley of dreams are closing
For sale boards are hanging.

Confidential deeds are shaping
To mould a winning race.

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Insurance and co operative sector are modernising.
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