krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Freshman - 793 Points (1964 and doing pretty good.. / Thiruvalla, Kerala)

Life - A Game Of Chess - Poem by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

Life goes on like a game of sixty four squares
With belligerent queens and docile kings
Crafty knights and impotent bishops
Till the clock runs out and the bell doth rings

What begins as a push on e-4 one fine day
must end when the pawn matures on col eight
some grey, some bald yet no wiser by a shade
Having castled once or twice and yet having lost the game

Strange this game that so much of life imitates
And we know not with whom we do really play
The God for His mirth and grace that we crave
Or the shadowy Devil who makes no mistake......


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Life is like a game of chess. Sometimes we live like sacrificial pawns. Others are born in royalty. Yet all have to play the squares of days and nights till their time runs out.......

Comments about Life - A Game Of Chess by krishnakumar chandrasekar nair

  • Gold Star - 22,181 Points Valsa George (5/9/2014 12:33:00 AM)

    Yes, life is a game of chess
    Besides how well we make our moves
    It demands so much of concentration
    And mammoth levels of patience.....! ...... Great write! ! (Report) Reply

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  • Freshman - 741 Points Juan Olivarez (5/5/2014 1:06:00 PM)

    Other than the fact that you may castle only once. The poem is wonderful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 5, 2014



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