He Is My Enemy Poem by Gajanan Mishra

He is my enemy,
Let him die.
He is my friend,
I am here to support him.
He is neither my enemy
Nor my friend,
Let him go where he likes,
I have nothing to do.
I know, no line is true,
And I personally no way
Connected with all- true.
True, I am hungry,
Let me take food,
Thirst is there in me,
I need not water
But something else,
And what is that
I am not in a position
To express to you.
I want to live and
I want more and more,
But for what that
I can't say,
Goodbye.