The Cards Of My Pack - Poem by Pradeep Dhavakumar
They don’t care who they are born as.
Who the King is depends
on the game they are in.
In Rummy the Joker is the King.
In Triumph the Jack is the most preferred.
In Ass the Two wears the throne.
When shuffled they mix with everyone
irrespective of colour or creed.
They have a creator, yet no religion.
They live together in a single country,
always contended, never complaining.
When at rest, at night, they listen
to the speeches Of Gandhi,
the philosophy of Periyar
and the songs of Bharithiyar.
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