By Sabhyata Ravjani
I’ve lost a lot of my chessman in the war,
be it my fault or theirs.
Some, the cause of my mistrust
Some, the cause of my rage unleashing.
Now, I have come to overestimate
every move,
every en passant capture,
with the novice pawns.
It was not like the past now.
Sloppy, unpracticed, inattentive
contrary to me and my beliefs.
Certain times, I have come to reminisce
the harmonious and cooperative approach with the old knight.
Now, I overanalyse,
for I would abhor feeling remorse again.
But I shall be held accountable for my actions.
Despite the penance and guilt,
my traitor mind flashes the fondest of moments together, constantly.
But also my loyal mind,
still reminds me of my misconduct;
it had been my fault.
Dishonour, chagrin, mortified.
Alas, I cannot interpret if I still,
remain a queen in this game of chess
or have I been downgraded to a null pawn.
By Sabhyata Ravjani
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