Mr.Hansler

By Shreya Shirol

Had I had a friend for life

Who would neither loose nor let me die

His fake smile tortures me

And makes me snatch the pupil of his eye.

He rose from the grave mud

With an intention to fake and defend

Had I known his skills prior

Then I would not let myself die harder.

Olympics was an ant

To him everything was sand

He himself was a tide

To the shore that would never re-tide.

My heart filled with pains

By his ignorant grains

Had I known his skill prior

Than to let myself die harder.

By Shreya Shirol