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| Wednesday 20 August, 2008 |
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THE DEFEATED
Defeat is colourless......all alone......you............................. lick your wounds.......thinking, what might have been...... Your dreams......lying shattered......in myriad pieces........ What has gone wrong.......?............................................... Agonising........you are all alone.......................................... World is a very lonely place, for the defeated................ The rejection.....more painful.....than the defeat................. The World.....It loves a winner............................................ Damned be the loser............................................................ King Bruce......? we don't have time......Move aside,friend, We don't have time for old fables....................................... Show success, money, power we will love you................. Worts and all...............What worts....you don't have any... The defeated.....he picks himself....piece by painful piece, Stands up.....to be counted................................................... Only....there is no one count................................................ They are all busy........currying favour....with the winner....! RAJ.
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