Just So Poem Vol.2 Poem by The Ashraf Sheikh

An early foe of mine was he,
Who fostered his anger for this day,
Whilst I had lost the track of his,
And forgot all that passed away.

Strolling along the silent streets,
Of a Thursday evening in town,
Faced my gruesome enemy there,
Standing for me with a lethal frown.

This boy had come for a revenge,
I recalled his furious face at last,
He wished to write his triumphs story,
And settle some matters of the past.

He challenged me for a clash,
The temptation of which I could not forfeit,
We both concluded three fallout rounds,
His dispute for that I couldn't defeat.

He charged at me with lightning speed,
Rendering me to the ground.
Now he wished to have me again,
And finish off with the rounds.

Alas, the second round was mine
And he fell with a broken nose
This time around, I was the prime
And gave him my winning pose.

The final decisive round now came,
Both eager to do our victory dance,
The poor thing again it fell,
Proudly I stood up; again, with a victors' stance!

Wiping his bleeding nose,
Defeated; my old enemy lay,
And there I lost at first because,
All the three rounds I wished to play………..!