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A beautiful poem by Priyanka Gulati

Oh what a shame

Tournament is not my game

When partner is calling for slam I missed it again.. Damn!! And the opponent called it a penalty The points are the only realty The missed finesse was staring at me… God, Can I just flee?

Oh what a shame

Tournament is not my game

Can you guess what my partner did Made me play in artificial bid But the very next round played like a king To make those imps swing But for me its amen To Cappilletti, Lebonsol, Bergen and Stayman.

Oh what a shame

Tournament is not my game

To bid or pass Sunil/ Lata taught us in class Only if I could remember all My IMPs would not fall How could I play so wrong But need to come back strong.

Partner lets book the day

For the next tournament play

For its my aim

To make tournament my game.