Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Chess War

Deprived of passion we play chess

intertwining black and white men

not fearing death, the ancient bond,

when wooden statues feel no pain.

Forgetting, when I take a piece,

that hearts are battling, human blood

is pounding for connection here

but, miss the move, misunderstood.

A king falls and our hands embrace

across this board where chessmen stood;

we look each other in the eyes

of childhood, boyhood, brotherhood.

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