Mute Pawns

Mute Pawns


Mute pawns are we, they play the games
Our silence that maketh us weak,
Our greatest strength that make sad
For life, for circumstances
And yet we walk these blind paths,
Muted by our own suffering

Shall the kings and queens understand?
For but they have other pawns too.
Our life’s, their objectives
Our life’s , their fancies

Then what is ours that is not
Why a life that be a living death?
Where is the hope that sets us apart
Where is the faith that makes us walk,
The bright sun after the long night.
But some nights have no mornings!
But there is I and there is you,
All flesh and blood I and me,
But the kings have blades too!
And we think they have hearts too!

Yet these pawns go on,
For perhaps these pawns meet,
On a vague path unknown,
Before death overcomes, perhaps!

© 2006 T.Prabhakar. All Rights Reserved.