Life is a game of Chess: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
Life is like a game of chess,To win, you have to move,Think, ponder, make wise decisions,And understand the people around you. Chess, like life, is...
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Life is a game of Chess: A poem by Vasudha Pansare
Life is like a game of chess,To win, you have to move,Think, ponder, make wise decisions,And understand the people around you. Chess, like life, is...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Manisha Amol
Chess is played for a few hours or daysLife is to be lived for a few decadesBoth need to be learned with training and mindfulnessIrreversible...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Manisha Amol
Chess is played for a few hours or daysLife is to be lived for a few decadesBoth need to be learned with training and mindfulnessIrreversible...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Subhashchandra B. Adhav
Life is a challenging gameIt is played in a fixed frameWhich game? Can you guess?Oh! It’s a game of chess The chess board is very odd...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Subhashchandra B. Adhav
Life is a challenging gameIt is played in a fixed frameWhich game? Can you guess?Oh! It’s a game of chess The chess board is very odd...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Life is nothing but a complex game of chess Where there’s the rivalry between two opponents in black and white We identify potential threats and...
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Life is a game of chess: A poem by Nisha Tandon
Life is nothing but a complex game of chess Where there’s the rivalry between two opponents in black and white We identify potential threats and...
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The highway to solace: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
Fog and mist had blurred the vision,It was a beautiful morning of the winter season,I gazed out through the window of the car,The milestone read...
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The highway to solace: A poem by Ankurita Khajanchi
Fog and mist had blurred the vision,It was a beautiful morning of the winter season,I gazed out through the window of the car,The milestone read...
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My mother’s hand: A story by Narayani V Manapadam
What a homecoming it was!! My dad checked my temperature. 100°F. “Have a paracetamol and take rest”, he advised me. I nodded. Had it been...
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War and peace: A poem by Mousumee Baruah
Every pristine dawn, the sun tries to wake before her.But she always beats him. She nestled herself in the lush field with her shimmering sickle....
