The King Of Chess

I can remember my past days, long time back

That I call as my home was filled with love perfect.

Though the home was very small, happy all of us

No one ever complained of any reason or a cause.

My father was the King, and mom, Queen of home,

I took all of the privileges as a Prince of my kingdom

Mom loved me so much, father cared a lot

Poverty though prevailed, never touched the heart.

Before my retirement, I thought now I should move

This home is not enough as per my children’s views.

The house now we dwell in, brought a smile on every face

But I forgot smiling as each has a room separate

Privacy now prevailed, poverty though gone

Without knocking the door of one’s, can enter no one.

Now, I am the King of Chess like my legs in a sack

Can move one step forward, move one step back