A Unique Chess Game Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In a kingdom of checkered dreams, they stand,
men of the clashing colors, rulers of sand,
the White King, with heart made soft by a glance,
fell for the dark Queen in a whispered romance.

Her elegance shone like a star's tender light,
while the White Queen watched with a mix of delight,
a fluttering heart, a dance caught in time,
In the midst of a battle, they penned unseen rhymes.

The pawns marched forth—soldiers clad in resolve,
but whispers of longing began to dissolve
Rooks, ever cautious, their towers held tight,
uncertain of fate, they shied from the fight.

Knights leapt in circles, lost in their plight,
confused by the tides of the heart's strange insight
around the board's edges, they pondered their cause,
caught in the chaos of love's gentle laws.

Where will this game lead? No one can foresee,
as pieces find solace in shadows of glee
In a world ruled by moves and by calculated strife,
perhaps love's true gambit is to choose life over life.

So let the chessboard be a canvas for chance,
where rivalries weep and anthems of love dance,
In this game of surrender, in passions entwined,
the knights, rooks, and kings may yet find what they blind.