A Game Of Chess

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A Game of Chess,

Isn't our life?

We play our moves with finesse,

Our soul and mind still ends up in a strife.

I wish I could be a Bishop,

The champion of moving across.

What would I gain by moving crisscross,

Maybe gather some useless moss.

I wish I could be a Knight,

Wouldn't my moves set the game alight?

Many a gaps I would filtrate,

Even with my blinkers, I wouldn't win a move straight.

I wish I could be a Rook, strong and fine,

Take many a steps, but only in a line.

Constrained to the corners, I find myself stifled,

Sacrificed many a times, by just getting castled.

I wish I could be a Queen,

Powerful and hopelessly mean.

Given a chance, I could show my mettle.

To the king, I end up playing the second fiddle.

I wish I could be a King,

To lead a life generous and sparkling.

All I can take is a step at a time,

On the crown I would wonder, was it worth the climb?

Superior to all, but a mortal mere,

My life would hang by a hair.

Never again would I want to be a king,

Is it worth more than a shilling?

The best I could be is a Pawn

Strong, with enormous mental brawn.

I may be minimally armored,

Yet I always move forward

Dreams are many, strengths are few

On my moves, hinges many a rescue.

With my limited abilities, I always lead a gambit

Ain't I a battle favorite?

The battle ground is black and white,

We may fall, still stand again upright.

Two sides of the same coin, is a loss and a win,

I just wish to lead a life, satisfied within.

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Life is A Game Of Chess

P.S. As I contemplate on what happens next, and reflect on the actions of the past,  the future, at best, looks uncertain. What would be needed ahead is immense focus, careful thinking, lots of luck and God's blessing. Only then I could lead a life which feels satisfied within.