The Chess Game Poem by rita malhotra

The Chess Game

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the chess game

we first met over a game of chess
a common passion
that turned into an everyday-ritual
coffee accompanied the moves
both trivial and complex
most evenings I won
he smiled away his defeats

evenings turned late
coffee-time ran into pre-dinner drinks
dinner often followed

his was the first move
that stormy evening
as he shoved aside the checkered board

night stammered through shivers of touch
and flushed trembling lips
reason took a backseat despite my feminine grace
i became a willing chessboard
every move belonged to him

he overshot legitimate paths
in earnestness for short cuts
to declare the final check-mate
my thoughts ran a frantic search
through pages of history of
this complex game
for a clever counter-strategy
but failed
a sharp satirical thrust said it all

today in my first defeat
i had perhaps lost forever
he turned over, smiling his first victory.

Thursday, January 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: defeat
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