Grandpa, together can we play chess again

to move the black and white pieces on the shabby board.

When your queen mistakenly fall into my trap and then I obtained,

I’ll let you to recall your moves.

But then you refuse to recall your moves,

Murmuring ‘Oh my god, that is good’.

My childish face lit up with triumphant smile

and the sense of proudness ‘I’m on fire’.

The dusk starts falling and darkness spread,

And I whisper to you let’s play one last game

Then I will have a good night sleep all the way when sun flames

But forget to turn on the clock that’s why I woke up one years late,

When I failed to find you everywhere

Only the old chess board still on the desk placed.

I try to recall the moves your play

But the past seems to be recalled from my memory.

My grandpa, can we play chess again, and this time,

I will let you to recall your moves to the very begin

When our game first started…