I had this interesting conversation with my brother about the king and the pawn. This poem is based on that conversation.
After the game of Chess is over,
The King and the Pawn,
Go back in the same box.
Some say, it’s about power,
No one cares, the right or wrong,
The white or black blocks.
Some say about rewinding the hour,
Two pieces, out of a box,
One becometh the king, other a pawn.
But, I don’t really care,
About the end or the start,
It’s a game, two pieces and one odd box.
PS: “After the game, the king and the pawn go into the same box” is an Italian Proverb