As the father's wealthy company was handed to the son, Many thought that the position was already won, But a hard task lay ahead in anticipation, Which was to win a winning position.
The son squandered wealth in pleasury ventures, And not so productive adventures, Habits swirled his life with authority, He was moving away from sanity!
The father was no more to see all these, As the son sat outdoors, there was a gentle breeze, It was as though his father brushed him with love, And told him to mend ways not tomorrow but 'now'.
One of the toughest things in chess, Is to win a winning position, The son soon realized that his life steered this way, He promised to himself that he would stay, To continue the legacy of his father, And propel his business farther!
