Lucky# 53

sitting idle with a pack of cards in my hands
counting them all from 1 to 52
all of a sudden my eyes fell upon #53
people know it by the name of mr joker

then suddenly i felt my soul overtaken
and my mind speaking the words of someone else

"you may be the queen of hearts
and your friends may be the other 3
you may even find your own king of spades
may also find the jack who lays the red carpet for you
you may find god in the aces of different religions
and people may know you just by the look of your face

but no one ever knows the #53
switching the places, the faces and the voices of all the 52 of them
playing the king, the queen or the jack
or any other fuckin number in the pack

you may be broken or even may be stolen
you may switch hands, but you will never loose your colour
while i come in the picture, in the hands of the gamblers
only as a switch-bitch make-shift torniquet

they may be worthless, but all of them have a colour
and they all are counted, adding upto 52
but when they are broken or lost in the change of seasons
it is time for me, mr joker #53
and as i come in to play their part in the game of cards
the one, people knew as the joker, has the last laugh at last"

i tried to comeback to my former self
tried to make me believe that this is all a dream
then i re-found myself holding a mirror
all this time thought it to be card #53