Life Is A Game, Play It Safe! Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am the king of Black, surrounded,
On three sides, not let to surrender,
My queen is very slender and versatile,
When she moves and flies hastily,
Whatever direction she chooses,
Straight and diagonal, keeping an eye,
On the lame king, me, who can travel,
One step at a time, I look in front,
At the white queen who looks fantastic,
In her movement, particularly when she slides,
With the cavalry officer as her friend,
She flirts with soldiers and rocky rook,
Not the Bishop spared, when he is the accomplice,
My black Queen struggles to protect my kingdom,
The King attired in white, stand in attention as a doll,
Winks at my laborious Queen, I can't punch his drooling,
Mouth, as I can move one step ahead, aching,
My heart, as I am made the useless King on the board,
Out of boredom, I wink at the white Queen,
She smiles and lets her dirty King to be cornered,
noticing the tactic of evil in our hearts,
the protective queen of mine sacrifices herself,
leaving me to face the truth of check out.