A Youth's Struggle Poem by sarwesh tiwari

There are more questions,
less answers in my life,
all puzzles and crossword,
where i move down and across,
its like squares of chessboard,
where strangers put steps and change course,
but i remain at the same place,
with the imprints of every passerby,
sometimes black and sometimes white,
a player wins, i get folded and kept aside.

Can i change my destiny?
lead it towards what i have dreamed,
Can i live those moment in sense?
Does the fillers will be placed one day?
will i get answers to questions,
that disturbs me today?