Jashwant An Enemy

A born jealous, envious and bitter bear, Always felt sad on other billionaire – Let it be a friend or foe, he not spare Anyone from criticism hid or bare. Grunting against his Deity to repair His destiny which denied to prepare Him for future fight fair or unfair. Hindi was domain. Philosophical air Could not give him any debonair. Private or public, beggar or millionaire Nobody liked him for his crooked nature. I helped in his need – wood or metal ware Which he responded unwillingly there. But I still did not leave him I swear. Fox is this jealous mind with scare Of other’s success as his is rare. Still wish he be successful hare Who nibs green grass with glare.