Politics, A Game Of Chess Poem by Jinnuraine Jaigirdar

Politics is a chessboard—played all day,
And in the night's deep dark, clever hands sway.
Opponents brood in silence, thoughts collide,
Friends face each other, sails of conflict ride.

I am the conch-cowled guide, keeping time,
From the audience row, I shape the rhyme.
The player hides a trick within his chest,
Elephants, horses, ministers—restless in quest.

The board keeps turning, no tale complete,
Kings and queens dance, their ministers cheat.
The minister weaves his web of deceit,
The chess master prepares his final feat.

But the game is never over, never done,
Politics outlives the setting sun.
Another year arrives, a cycle reappears,
And leaders go hunting for leaders in mirrors.