Chess Poem by saliu ahmad

CHESS

On the battle field rest my 16 strong Soldiers
On the other end, rest my opponents Soldiers
The only free land is the 16 squares battle field
The front line Pawns have vowed to bleed
Eight * Eight, the war shall begin.

Castling I see, the game will end in a struggle
I searched my brain, for the finest move to display my best
A Queen wasted, trying to mate; the heart is broken
The King becomes weak and lonely.
Too much bloodshed, the Rooks, Bishops, Pawns fell side by side
that same night.

The knights stays long because there move could not be
predicted.
I can only be too careful with my fine techniques with
little pieces left.
I felt checkmate arising in me that bloody night!