Anti-Elegy On An Enemy Poem by Deepta Protik Osman

I heard oneday that an enemy was slain,
His body in the grounds of blood was lain.
My chest was proud
He was a shroud.
Would’ve been proud to see
The death of me.
He had me soul
Thinking, all in one, not foul.
Denying one for all
Made him the next to fall.
How happy I was, and happy now am
Even happy when the sad.
He, was a knight
And kicked me, to the ground
For which died in fight
And I was happy to bow to sorrow,
Happy called me before tomorrow.
He was the worst, if you were me
would see, ever.
Now that he’s gone, never,
Ah! So happy to see the sad!
He had the fright
In becoming a knight,
And true, died in fight.
And then became out, my old fright
Covered by true happiness.
His dying, as a great gladness
To foes, not likers,
He was, one sign, of the devil’s boldness.
Each us to others as foe,
Have this to believe, like hating my toes.
He, died in bravery,
I am happy, in happily.
Glad that he’s dead
Forever, he will die.
Forever, happiness, lie,
The all happy, of my.