The Boss

In his dark den he plotted each move.
The combat-filled young years
poured wisdom over rhythm and groove.
Now, The Boss shunned the limelight and its chaos-
Under his watchful eyes, fighter trained.
Old counsel dispelled fears.
And in the brutal ring, boxer famed.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are -,, and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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