Playing cards?
Was that me?
Shuffling through many of them
Definitely I was one among them
He dropped equal ones…….
Complemented one another
There was definitely a quest for me
The never ending quest
A face of contentment when I was in his hands
Nervousnes when I was with the other
Again the face lights up
When I am back with him
They dropped their cards
When right matches popped up
Till at last I remained
He lifted me up
With gratification and satisfaction
Cause success was his
As long as I stood with him
The game was over and he walked back home
And I went off to sleep
With the contentment that I made him happy
Till I woke up in the morning
& looked into the mirror
I realized I have a joker face
You need me in the game
& its easy to win with me
Still I was a joker
Joker in the game
Choice was mine
I could leave or continue
But I decided to wrap up
The joker face
Cause I wanted to be in the game
In the game of love n life……..! !
You can scoff n scorn
Or poke fun at
cause jokers are for pleasure
Whether they laugh or cry within
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, , i felt the emotion..... but well, for me there are no jokers..... they just are ill fated ones..but they're not jokers....there're reasons why they fail...but they're not jokers....they have their own role...but they're not jokers.....hehe