Tuesday, October 7, 2014

The Ducked Chessboard

The night falls,
Street lights blink their eyes,
At the stone table,
in the peoples' park,
Heads still hang low,
minds doing brain storming
as hands are ready for their next move.

Mosquitoes hum in their ears,
Dinners are cold,
Wives they ignored begin to scold
the sinking fears,
Please avoid yelling,
if the white queen snatches
a black pawn, without ringing the bell.


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