My Dear Enemy Poem by Showkat Ahmad Wani

My dear! It says the truth of daily life
And gives the chance to know thy mind, thy deed
And speaks thy buried plot against virtue,
It lures thy bird of ruse under hamper
As boys in infant trap the lazy wings,
It draws a line around thy spite to edge
Thy brook of poison flows in chest and sight
And flows by yard to make the children bath,
It sheens to dry the every flower false
Of orchard false, and gallops breeze to share
The every puff of stink among the feels,
It strikes thy magic fruit to fall and bruise
Beneath the fallen trust of steady feet,
It makes thy hoary figures melt at rise,
Divulges the rocks beneath the flower beds,
And sweeps the dust of meekness over graves,
Now! Dear! Thy light is dim and breath is shut,
If want to be in custom run for long
Then take this tongue on hang to play thy flute.