Chess Poem by Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
Gajanan Mishra
Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India

Chess

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It is here
They are playing chess.
They are making themselves
as king and as horses.
They are going to the jungle
to catch fish and riding
the clouds to taint the sky.

It is here
They are playing the chess.
And we are the fools looking
at them and get enchanted.
Here they are doing all odds
beyond our knowledge and are
the causes of all danger.

It is here
They are playing crude chess
and being cruel they are
killing themselves.
Let them know the truth, my dear,
That they are nothing and only
doing what He wishes.

Saturday, August 30, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: god
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Gajanan Mishra

Gajanan Mishra

Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
Gajanan Mishra
Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India
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