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......