Life And Chess

Life is a game of chess

To a strange eye, it always seems like a mess

You yourself are the King and even the Pawn

Every move you make has a reason

Some are oblivious of their own strengths

Some in the haste of control go to any lengths

The opponent for all is but one

Even with intricate moves, you miss out on the run

Perhaps the game you understand, isn't all to it

You are acquainted with what you made

One fine move and it all goes away

For a few it's early; for few a little late

But eventually, each one of us gets the deserving checkmate