Life is like playing a chess.
Life is moving in a slow pace.
Unknowing of whats happening next.
Each twists and turns comes in surprises.
It's just an calculations.
Some times it may work,
Some times it may not.
One step forward,
With two steps backward.
Just missed a step,
Chopped is the head.
Protecting the king and queen.
Aren't we in that place.
Life will move on fighting and defending,
But many things get lost on the way.
Moves forward or retreat backward.
Sometimes forced or ready to attack.
Though never wanted to.
Some one is cut off protecting self.
Some times a simple jealousy may,
be the reason for attack.
The fight keeps on going till the end.
Even though one may want to leave the ground.
Once started you cannot quit.
Either you win or die.
Thats the rule in the battle field.
When the winner is declared.
With a Checkmate.
Just turn around and see,
How many have you lost.
The lost ones may be your Dear Ones.
Did I win to loose everything
or did I loose everything to win.
I am confused.
Whether I should.....
Celebrate the Success,
Celebrate the Failure.
Yes, Life is a Chess!
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