In The Chess World Poem by Aftab Alam

The houses where do we live,
We live as we don’t live.
Door are closed thud,
Hearing Scream and shriek,
Why to tell the heaviness of fear!
We slept not, if neighbour did not sleep.

Those who made night as a day,
And laughed and enjoyed,
Seen them at last moment,
Cried for four shoulders.

Seen the wisdom of the wise!
Run for throne
They bleed with thorn

Seen king is killed by pawn
‘Check mate’
In the chess world