Like a sullen orb of mercury
He sprawls across the chessboard
Shapeless,
Surrendered, to be shaped
As destiny wills him to be.
Earth trembles,
The board shakes;
Sluggish, he slithers
From one square to another.
Wind blasts,
The board shivers;
He slides from PQ2 to PQ4.
Fire spreads,
The board burns;
He waits, untouched,
Watching the curling
Chessboard of life.
********** Balachandran V, Trivandrum 23-12-2008
Fantastic. See, what a conflagration the spark has done!
ReplyDeleteThere was an astute observation by Bashir - that he liked to watch yourpoem/mycomment/mypoem/yourcomment/ and how they complement each other. Well, here's to some more mutual backslapping at Keerti! ;)Thanks, Venu
ReplyDeleteIt is well written ....very good
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