Too true,
Friends are enemies
And enemies are friends.
Too true,
Politics and realities
Go together.
Stay there
If right you are.
But what do you
Mean by right
Clear yourself first.
Enemies are better,
And better enemies
Are to be respected.
Look at them
Absolutely they are
For you.
My foot
They Said,
But for all good.
Let all good wishes
And victories
Go to them,
With best look.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem