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.
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