Chess Poetry

                                                           A Wonderful Chess Poetry

                           FAHAD’S  Precious second

                                                                      __ FM Fahad’s FATHER

 

“ FAHAD, dear, what ails you,

Dazed and lost and shaken?

Has the chill night numbed you?

Is it fright you have taken ?”

“ Father, I am very well,

I was never better,

Father, do not hold me so,

Let  me play my chess.”

“Sweet, my dear, what ails you?

“No’ but I am well,

Is your every second costly?

Now there’s no more to play.”

“Yes, my every second is precious,

For playing chess.

Don’t vex me

Let me find out a rare moved !!