CHECKMATE - A Short Story

I know his game is almost over. 
All his players have been resting 
In the transparent box, 
Which was placed under the shadow 
Of his arms—but I have to pretend, 

I have to make a wrong move mistakenly. 
I have to make an expression 
Of “Ouch” with biting nails. 
I have to make him believe that 
He is one who knew how to play chess.

It is better to losing the game over and over
Than washing glasses in his dad’s tea shop.
This checkmate wins me..
Childhood. 

- Ankita Chauhan