The Enemy Within Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Like the night is washed away
By the morning drift of wind
You did not take notice of my
Childishness when showing my love

You turn away your face
To the plant of bougainvillea
Where in its slim frond
The chameleon was changing
Color of its skin

From brown to fading pink

The dimples on your cheeks
Have become like craters
Spewing poison of innocence
You often show in front of me

Life has changed
Your freshness does not matter
I have finished counting the stars