En Passant Poem by Soma Mukherjee

What a brilliant satire.

But people forget specially women and statesmen that after this game of chess called life- all perhaps kings, queens, losers, winners, in betweens, elephants, horses, boatmen, soldiers, commoners, summoners all abstract entities of living coincidence or happenings will be merging to a convergence we fear and thus make us this human-this sacred truth which science cannot win-``Death``...........well written, well connived thoughts and telling the brevity of life` words through 'Shatranj', bengali-Daba or indo-Dava meaning betting perhaps gambling with life.Some people risks it.Some others are risked.Both are compact losers finally.