The Green Clothes
The colourful tips,
The smoke,
The dry lips,
The tired voice, “No more bets”
The hands,
Erratic sights,
Constrained tones,
Mesmerizing lights,
Twenty eight seconds of roulette’s spin
Nervously jigging ball
The clothes are green
Somewhere, in another world,
The ringing of falling coins
and obtrusive melody: “Tu-ru-ru-ruuuu”….
These are very, very far.
His body, glance, nerves,
Brain, space and time are
Condensed in the small ball,
Which is trembling in the circle.
Dryness in the throat. That is all:
Morning, 4:48, emptiness … .
The blazing desire to win back,
To take revenge, to bring back
The nerves, the time, the brain
And all that was spent in vain.
by Gulnara Karimova
This poem shows how addictive gambling can be. Despite the author being so tired , he wants to continue gambling to recover his loss. "The ringing of falling coins
and obtrusive melody: “Tu-ru-ru-ruuuu”….
These are very, very far."
These few lines also emphasises how winning in a gamble in so difficult
Friday, July 3, 2009
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