Game of Chess: Part XVI
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
The Shayers are all dead, they no longer rhyme
Even the Sheraab finally bows down humbly
Everything in front of you has stopped
Accept this reality with all your shakti
You've lost your arrogance, you've lost your pride
Beauty has thundered your heart with all her might
Break the walls you've built that's blocking the light
Let the air flow, the moment is finally right
You've said all your life you've believed in fate
You've seen too much rain, and still decided to wait
The best things in life always come by chance
You're finally defeated, admit-- the hour is getting late
Asrar, it takes a mountain to make you move
Yet two more to make you admit it was fate
This was your greatest Shayer, The greatest game of Chess
There's not a single move you can now make-- Check Mate!
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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