Poems, Short stories and Poems

A Little Game

She looked at her king with pride and love

By his side, every step of the path

They got separated in undue bloodbath

Without a chance to bid farewell.

 

They knew there was a greater force

One day, all would be the same

But then the little boy lost the game

And the chess board was reset again.

Ananya.N.S©

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