A Crazy Story

Be it rummy, teen patti or crazy eights

We played cards all evenings

Our childhood hobby

Became our passion

From daring build castles in the air

With all precision

To playing solitaire all alone

We evolved as person

When we neatly arranged cards

Placed one on the other

We remained focused

Marched ahead with conviction

Never faltered nor digressed a bit

It strengthened camaraderie

And we added feathers to bonhomie

Learnt to be with each other

A modest game taught us to cling together.