I open the chest in which chess pieces are held
Countless combinations flash through my mind
But they all lead to the same conclusion, I've lost, my king has fallen.
Insightful utterances set aside for honest reflection. A beautiful haiku. Thanks for sharing Amar.
the same conclusion, I've lost, my king has fallen. a great symbolic poem. but life is more than that...... we have to ourselves up from depression and jump in joy come what may, . with determination fight against all ods and become great....... you can.. thank you. dear poet. tony
Thanks, I fully agree! Also, I've read some of your poems, they remind me of the sufi ones, search for the poem: When I die by Rumi, I think u will like it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dont worry, chess can be restarted when its over, just like your day...you done yesterday, today you can restart new