Born Loser

P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Soaked him a shower From the roadside balcony For him the day’s better hour Turned bitter agony! I told you earlier too You need some homework to do Else prove yourself the fool By others’ rule! To brim to full his misery’s cup The man next to him was looking up Just in time moved away Never believed in the look straight say! Adding salt to his injury The riffraff looking carefree Grinned just in time, Your shirt is stained with grime! He looked up too but too late A born loser since the first failed date Then stood stunned a while On her lips played the wickedest smile! The woman smiling without the slightest regret With no hint of apology for causing him this fate Not one consoling sorry for marring his day But saying on his face you came on the way!

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