N5 On winning and losing
My sari edge he would tug and tug
Prompting me to come and play
So I’d plonk myself on the swabbed ground
Thanks to gravitation folks
A chance to stretch my busy feet
All the cards were his
Like two small fans below
His big black eyes
One by one the right cards fell
His chubby hands would swoop on them
Jubilant as the fallen cards
Like confetti fell
He’d do a jig
He’d won! He’d won! He exclaimed
Come let’s play another round
by shyla