My Poker Game - Poem by SRIVIDYA GIRI

With no end in sight
I keep waiting
For the tables to turn,

I just wish I could see my opponent's cards,
I look hopefully...
To see if destiny drops some hint.

And I am bluffing,
Probably you know that too..
When I smile, it comes not from my heart,
But it's just a bluff
So that you won't read my cards..

Oh, what I wouldn't do to re-live it all,
One fine move by another,
Till I hold the upper hand,
And Destiny starts to smile..

Poet's Notes about The Poem

My present as on 14 Feb 2014

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 13, 2014

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