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COME BACK, O LUCKY LOSERS !

O providential sufferers of  love !
Feel not vanquish'd, for, the victor is none.
Feel not ignored, for, the tender is none.
Watch your tears if they breach not the borders.
Let them not roll, for, cowards are losers..

 True lovers flee not, or smolder in anger.
And a true love unchangeably expires never..
Value your love, and save it from the sinner.
Go not the brink, or you shall ache at leisure.
Endure the storm, or take a valiant dodger--
You shall pounce back to fame the storm blown over.
And learn : wane or win at the bid of life
Is an odyssey bound not for Recorder..
If loved, you're strong; if long'd, you are  improper.
Forgive your betrayer; forget her forever :

 And remember --
One who's not happy in one home, cannot
be in another;
Pretense where a character, cannot you
be home together --
A strayer is always a strayer, but a fool
never a learner.
           
                                  -- N P Samal

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