CHESS
The squares are white and black, like day and night,
The simple cells of regular routine;
But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen,
And focus shifts to unrelenting fight,
Alive with artful possibility,
With combinations, judo of the mind;
Engaging patterns lift from daily grind,
The round that spirals to infinity.
So scheme your way with care! All paths conceal
The maze's heart that lurks far from your eyes:
This labyrinth has depths which mesmerise,
With hidden traps of quicksand or of steel.
So cast your nets with subtler, quicker aim:
Enmesh and choke the foe, to win the game.
The squares are white and black, like day and night,
The simple cells of regular routine;
But people them with pawn, knight, bishop, queen,
And focus shifts to unrelenting fight,
Alive with artful possibility,
With combinations, judo of the mind;
Engaging patterns lift from daily grind,
The round that spirals to infinity.
So scheme your way with care! All paths conceal
The maze's heart that lurks far from your eyes:
This labyrinth has depths which mesmerise,
With hidden traps of quicksand or of steel.
So cast your nets with subtler, quicker aim:
Enmesh and choke the foe, to win the game.