The cards were spread,
and the whist was in full swing,
He was scoring every point,
making even dreary souls to gleam.
The approbation he received,
was beyond par,
The plumes of his success,
Made him a czar.
The floor was his,
So was the spell,
But the texture of his eyes,
Had a different story to tell.
For all the adulations,
Had no meaning to him,
The one that he desired,
Was missing from the scene.
Copyright © Shantanu Baruah
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your poems create such wonderful stories in my mind…………..
Thank you so much for such beautiful comment. I am glad you could visualize
You are very welcome. I have no idea how you do it!
That is such a beautiful comment. Thank you so much for your kindness and read 🤗🌼
Wow it is amazing 🖤
Thank you so much. Aha the black heart ❤️
My pleasure. 😁
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my pleasure.
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Wow!
What we seek always remains ever elusive.
Thank you dear for reading
True my friend. Thanks for the read
Our heart is always curious..we always long for things difficult to attain.
Always the case. Thank you, Megha
Shantanu – This poem has a very powerful message about paying attention. Elegantly and cleverly written, it is very memorable. -Jill
Thanks so much for such a kind read. Much humbled
You are most welcome dear friend.
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