Here is my sweet enemy who is fair & cute,
Who is often seen in a joyful suit
Anger always on his nose,
Temper often seen in pose
Thinking in the mind, writing all the while,
Working like hell, troubling everyone
Sitting in a corner, peeping all around,
Washes ones brain, as white as could be,
Makes run on toes, as fast as could be
Ferocious as a lion, majestic like the king,
Loved by all, hated by none
Missed much in absence, welcomed less in presence
Hard to judge, easy to understand,
Tall like a tower, fat at figure,
Eyes so bright, deep in looks
Heart so pure, just as a kid
Spreading smiles far amid,
Appearance as a Hero,
Tact of a villain,
Handsome chunk, quite indeed,
Heart throb for sure, real in feel,
Not for looks alone, but for the spirit too,
Matured as a monk, emotions very humane,
Mix of many, more with penny
Though very different, not indifferent,
This is all I know , about my only sweet enemy.
Never gets tired fighting all the day,
Never gives me lift ,even if I plead,
Never fulfills the promises given in dreams
Always keeps me waiting for that one samosa
Wallet full of penny , still robs all my money,
Never gives a word of praise,
But ever ready to find my faults,
Drinks in mugs, eats in bowls,
Never likes to share unless its more,
Troublesome though, that’s what I enjoy the most,
This is all about my sweet enemy.
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