He attacked me
Not from back and front only;
But from all possible sides,
I lay there – motionless – terrified:
But he never felt sorry for me.
He was mine and
It was I who brought him up;
Made him learn all the tricks,
And I was exasperated to know that
He, who was mine, became a man of his own.
Though he played tricks unknown to others,
He progressed rapidly,
As anybody ever had;
He side-tracked all his competitors,
And had enimity as his eternal friend.
Laying there – helplessly –
I just reminiscenced the good, old days:
He was obedient, trustworthy and workaholic,
And I never could envisage
Him to stoop to this level.
He was unaware of his vices,
As he was cocooned by sycophants;
But I saw him falling and
His cronies deserting him;
I felt sad at heart.
‘Worn out’ by all sides,
He came back to me;
But I could never forgive him
For being an Unscrupulous man,
Who could stand on his own!