Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 15
While we all play the game,
Chasing wealth and fame,
Moving by rules we never wrote,
On squares we barely note.

A chosen few, unseen, unheard,
Carve the edges, draw the gird,
They choose the size, they set the rules.
We play the game ,  they make the board.
Aslam M
Written by
Aslam M  50/M/India
(50/M/India)   
131
     Michael Powers and Blue Sapphire
Please log in to view and add comments on poems