Our Triumph
Anshuman Mishra
The cloaked masses huddled, eyeing the
television screens
across a nation.
With bated breath
we were still
awash with, the sound
of silence.
And then, it broke.
Cracks swiftly webbed
through the stifling
and deafening emptiness.
A wordless roar of victory spread throughout the country
and somewhere,
in the stillness
of an unsleeping metropolis
a particular tower
lit blue
and an echoing cry arced through every city
in every state
in the United States of America.
A cry that bounced across the globe, until
it came to rest
at the feet
of a man on a stage in Chicago.
And the crowd began to chant
in triumph.
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