Six In Four Shades

Shakuni shook the dice

Every time, to throw a six.

The win, revenge in disguise

Slowly, healing the long-standing bruise.

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What you say, “it’s a six,”

That is a nine for me.

It matters where you stand

And the angle to see.

See, touch, taste, and hear

And the smell, can you ignore?

But, there is a sixth sense

To make one’s intuition intense.

It was not the fault of hers

That she has six fingers.

Amidst gossips and societal judgement

Confident she never felt embarrassed.