By Debasis Patro
Love is a game of chess
Between two people where sometimes it is much difficult to guess
Love is a game of chess
Where one wins and another loses
One dances in the drizzle in a desert
The other rejoices the sunshine in the rains of Mausynram
One finds peace from the chaos within
The other escape from his monotonous life
Like a nightingale in the dreary desert summer
They fill each other with melody
Little things may shake them up
But their trust glues them together
Love is a game of chess between two people
And the similarities end here
A perfect game is often drawn
Where none loses and both can frown upon
Both win and keep winning on
One gains choas other calmness
A bit of mischief in a life of disdain
A post to hold on to in the dusty winds of the rain
In the end love never ends
It only grows and strengthens the bends
By Debasis Patro
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