Some poets averr that the world is a grand
chessboard, upon which a great
game is played by the Unknown !
Amma Thrikkai Vilayadum
The game played by the Mother's hand
On this glorious Chessboard, this world !
- ONV Kurup...
It is all a checkered game of nights and days
Where Destiny with men for pieces plays
Hither and thither moves and slays
And one by one in the closet lays !
- Omar Khayyam
With days and nights as alternating pieces of dice,
On the chessboard of the world, Time Eternal plays !
Itham naiyyo Rajani Divasau Lolayan va ivaksau
Kala kalyo Bhuvana palake Kreedathi Prani sare !
Hail Poetic Imagination!