In bedroom
when we play chess
I easily checkmate
you usurping the queen
in my dustbin
and you demand a pawn
Blackmailing me
your emotional atyachaar
is its cause
it's nothing luminous
and it is the silver jubilee
of your behaviour
I get inflicted and slap you and fight
when you address me a cheater-
a homonym of different meaning
just cares for the two kingdoms
standing in 64 squares
as they don't enjoy
your silver jubilee celebration
wasting their precious
time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice satire.I like it much