life on chessboard
One day I was under some stress.
To have fun I decided to live life like chess.
First day I spent like the pawn.
Death is his fate from the day it is born.
I helped others by putting myself at stake.
They termed my efforts as a complete fake.
Now helping someone is a sign of foolishness.
I got killed like a pawn while living life as chess.
Second day I spent like the rook.
He has everything straight in his book.
I tried to walk on a straight way.
People molded and used me like clay.
Life is not meant for straightforwardness.
I felt cheated while living life as chess.
Third day I spent like the queen.
I became that confident that I never had been.
I got charge of things happening around me.
Nothing negative can surround me.
My life found energy and boldness.
I felt powerful while living life as chess.
Fourth day I spent like the knight.
He has short range but huge might.
I started respecting small things.
My life has found new wings.
Wonders can be done even with smallness.
Everything looked valuable while living life as chess.
Fifth day I spent like the bishop.
Everyone was down and I was up.
I walked on a diagonal path like it.
I used people without thinking for a bit.
Your nature should have a kink to achieve success.
I got the key to success while living life as chess.
Sixth day I spent like the king.
He orders his army for every single thing.
When I started depending on others losing became my fate.
I was losing the game of life and was about to be checkmate.
Dependence on others just gave me cowardice and laziness.
My eyes got opened while living life as chess.
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Submitted on August 20, 2014
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,592 |
Words | 301 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 |
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