Winning Without Weights

By Avranill Chakrabarty

When I'm the carrom queen, I reign supreme,

Yet bound by four walls, my power's but a dream.

Though guarded, I'm the prize, vulnerable and bright,

A striker's strength is freedom; I choose to take flight.

As chess king, I sit atop the board's dark and light,

One wrong move, and I'm checkmated, lost in the fight.

But to truly win, I must be the board itself,

Unscathed and unchanged, while pieces clash and wealth.

In ludo's game, the dice shines bright with promise and fate,

Yet it's just a tool, rolled and used, its value to create.

I'll be the colourful homes, safe havens for all to reside,

Collecting leases, profiting, as players come and go with the tide.

In life’s grand game, I’ve learned to shift my gaze,

The heavyweights, with charm and name, may not lead the race.

True victors are those with nothing to lose,

Transforming weaknesses to strengths, with nothing to bruise.

By Avranill Chakrabarty