In
a battle of chess,
When I saw seizure of
the moves of my Queen.
I did not want to
remain in the game,
And witness departure
of my Queen dear,
I couldn’t fight the
battle without her either,
So I preferred to resign.
Simplicity of my sacrificial
Pawns,
Piousness of my sharp
Bishops,
Straightforward moves
of Rooks,
Were of no use in
helping my Queen,
Getting out of the
clutch,
Of the opponent’s plan.
My Knights remained unmoved,
And the innocent King
stalemated,
Helplessly watching
the ill-luck of the game.
The versatility of my Queen,
Failed to follow the two
and half moves,
Of the opponent’s
crooked Knights.
A battle does not
decide the fate of a war,
When my rival is tough, I know how to play
tougher,
With all my prudence,
I will defend my Queen dear,
Will bounce back with
more refined firepower,
I won’t let my Queen go
down to anyone, for a wily move either.
Life itself is a game on board, sir...and the queen is not the only instrument to win a game or the game of life. It is a collective effort, my friend.... A pawn on the right place and with equal prudence, can checkmate the king. Nothing is as important as the soul...that is the king. Means always justify the end.Beutiful poem with imagery and it is the Poet who superimposes on lot if things at a time. Congrats for brilliant idea and words..
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