I played the game with a smile.
Pawns suppressing the move
Made by my hand for the king.
A mistake, and it's all over.
The king couldn't move neither direction
For the opponent's difficulty,
But rather an invitation of defeat
Spurned with soldiers left looking
At a king's dethronement.
I lost to a mere
Of a Queen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem