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en passant

The king and the queen

And a few bleeding pawns

Fractured souls and bodies

The victors and the defeaters

Standing all alone

Wails deafening the cheers

Oh the game of chess

When played by Rooks*

What a mess.



*rooks-chariot, indicating war


About Soma Mukherjee

I often say things that put me in a jam, Jams go well with Buttered Toasts, Toasts are great hosts, Ghosts not so much, Although they can dance, Not all dancers are serial killers, Serial killers do not use Body bags that often, body bags aren't leak proof, Proof is in the Pudding.

7 responses »

  1. I really enjoyed reading this one Soma, it’s so good! 🙂 I love that your sweet Mom reblogged this! 🙂

  2. Reblogged this on बंजारा and commented:
    A beautiful satire by Somkritya, like to read again and again. So contemporary.

  3. Life is game of Chess… be played very very calculatingly……else yess….decisions taken…..appraoches adopted can mess it up……expressed so cutely in few phrases….ONLY U CD HV DN THT SOMA……WOW

  4. the mess, yes it is,
    but simulate the life
    the way it is played,
    we feel – “walking on the knife”
    pawns are the common man
    others are elite

    ..nicely written poem…..well done soma ji

  5. What a terrific satire,a true allegory.Wonderful,keep it up.


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