My Fallen Angel

By M.Visalakchi

He is not about lamenting

He is all about adoring

Maybe not when he flourishes

But surely when he perishes

Most fall at his feet

There are quite a few like me who snarl at his heat

None can elope from his site

So weld your armour strong enough for the fight

He is not the one to be blamed

He is the one to be slayed

I don’t want him to suicide

I want to give him my cyanide

Not once not twice

But all the time he rise

Our honourable teacher

Who coffins himself to teach us

If it wasn’t for his benedictories

We wouldn’t have tasted so many victories

Do remember the lessons he taught

Cause those lessons can’t be bought and life needs them a lot

He is not a warm welcomed company

Whose desertion leaves a ceremony of harmony

Never forgets to wake us for the embattle

Never lets our thirst settle even a little

My dearest enemy

Who has done a lot for me

I was not born with silver spoons

He taught me the value of my boons

My raiser of rhythm, my unseen phantom

Oh! He is none but my fallen problem

By M.Visalakchi