One Versus Far Too Many

The threat is imminent.

And gluey.

The constellation knits self

into a web to topple

the ‘Poll star’.

The pattern is palpable,

but the constellation bears no name.

Or far too many.

Who would call the shot?

No one.

Or far too many.

Who would scream the loudest war cry?

Not one.

Or far too many.

The skies are hazy, the billow unsettled.

And yet the bugle triggered.

The sky would soon transform into the chessboard.

The blacks would be brazen for sure,
lined up seemingly accoutered.

But wait.

Who are the pawns by the way?

Or for that matter – the Rooks,

the Knights, the Bishop, the Queen, the King?

Why should they all wear the same garb?

Could it to be to beguile the sky?

Indeed, indeed.

And ahead of the contingent in black

shall lay the vastness of open chessboard

while close it shall towards the whites,

the bastion held by a lone combatant,

the ‘Poll star’.

                                ~Atul Kapoor 

                              Kanpur, India

11 Comments

  1. sangeeta sengar says:

    very nice

  2. Kopal Dhawan Kapoor says:

    Jai hind…. Jai Bharat…. 🙏🙏

  3. Awesome…

  4. It’s too good….

  5. Shalu Chaurasia says:

    Too good..

  6. Shalu Chaurasia says:

    Fabulous

  7. Excellent expression of true sentiments !

  8. Tanuja Srivastava says:

    Nice poem…..

  9. Kopal Dhawan Kapoor says:

    Expressions excellently expressed👌🏻👌🏻

  10. Rashmi Chaddha says:

    Its really gud

  11. Very well composed

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