Life plays chess.
every move demands a sacrifice.
To win, I must lose something,
Risk what i have
For the future i cannot see.
I play knowing
i may lose
but
i play to prove...
one day,
none of this may matter
still,
i make my move.
( as we are living without knowing still moving )
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Author:
Shah (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 19th, 2026 04:31
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Comments1
Chess is a game close to life in many ways and you have depicted one very well. Nicely written
Thank you soren… I’m still trying to write like you 🫶🏻
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