A game of chess

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What I’m left with to prove
when we never loved the love as “love”
all what we went through was a battle
between the furious ego of us that would never settle
we kept on fighting for blood
lost everything in hatred’s flood
lost the pawns, the horses , the castles and the queen
how good would it ’ve been
if that ego master would’ve died but it seems to want more
what good can happen
when two people play only
A game of chess
calling it love?
A game of chess

Why did it all happen
why the hearts and love became a weapon
in the burning fire of hatred we didn’t bother to snoop
to the cries of the wounded people in the never ending hoop
we only wanted to defeat each other
but alas! only defeated our ownselves
the ground is full of dead men
this war starts time and again
just like the waves of a violent storm
still our ego seems to want even more!
what good would it ’ve been
if that ego master would’ve died but it seems to want more
what good can happen
when two people play only
A game of chess
calling it love?
A game of chess

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2004)
Islamabad, Pakistan
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