A/N : this poem was written a bit too late but its written with the theme of chess in mind , the credits duly belong to the Winter Poetry Contest ^^
below is the link to the contest, hope yall join ^^
from the start
i allowed you to win
yes, to see you win
but also it was fun too
to make it look like
i was allowing you to
win
those were our good ol days
which my heart wouldnt forget
despite your present coldness
you know how to attack your way out
your ways of checkmating in both of the games
both real and ours
was humdinger
didnt you know
i lacked that mind to strategise and
plan out an attack on you?
all my attacks were minimal
at the most all i thought was
tit for tat
if you remove my piece, i remove yours
but you know clearly
that its not enough to checkmate
you knew i lacked the thinking ahead to seize you
then what made you
dip the game in the mid way?
what made you
dip from us like the being gone with the wind?
tis a mystery
and as long as it remains as such
you might be assured
that my pawn might get to the last square
and checkmate out
its only a matter of time
oh grandmaster
imma learn your moves
i hope
or atleast thats how i console myself
i wonder how are you consoling yourself
