On The Board Square Sixty Four Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
On The Board Square Sixty Four
The queen fosters who?
He- the king canopied
His motion beyond borders
Having censored, limited
The clergymen and the nobles
The rookie swindlers too
And the cool-headed commoners,
That always moves up straight-
All these never squander him
Render loyalty
Attack defend retreat
Or surging up alike
It remains always a war upfront
To fight over and win
It is all a game of chess-
On the board, the border, life...
2nd Feb 2020
Superb write on the game of chess..I read a poem of this kind for the first time now...very much amusing and interesting...10+
Chess- a royal game. Life game alike. Thanks Indira. Glad you liked
It is all a game of Chess! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/18/2024 5:16:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A one of a kind write. Perceptive and cleverly written.
You said it right. Thanks Rose Marie