The baby shrieks
Jubilation spreads everywhere
Soft murmurs
Of the old man
Like those of the falling leaves.
Silence.
The clouds move away
Light fills my room
Driving away
Gloom.
Living is a curious thing
Almost like a chess game
We are the pawns
And await the next move
By an unknown player.
It may be another victory
Or the final defeat
But we are hopeful
Always.
The game has continued
Eternally;
We only watch
Like
Silent spectators.