Chess is a life
With colours rife
Chess is a knife
That ends the strife.
Chess is a sweet pain
That removes the stain.
Chess is a knowledge gain
which shows the life’s lane.
Chess is a word of grace
With joy and smiley face.
Chess is a pilgrim place
With history of endless trace.
Chess is a trait of trust
That removes all the dust.
Chess is a tool to clean the rust
And its a energy to withstand the thrust.
Chess is deep just like a chasm
With absolutely buzzing true enthusiasm.
Chess is like a uncontrolled spasm
Unknowingly present in a cytoplasm.
Chess helps you when nobody is near
And it drives you away from the fear.
Chess is a addiction that you can bear
But you never regret why you’re here.
You lose yourself in pursuing Chess life
But Chess never let you lose in your life.
— FA Pushkar Jadhav