He was the best friend,
Beleived him all along,
Through mastery of tounge,
Wine and women,
The best freind became his boss,
Started abusing him,
All along the work,
Threatened him of dire action,
If at all a word was made
Against him even in jest,
The best friend told all lies
To his top bosses,
Made his life miserable,
To top got him transferred
To the corner of the country,
Spoilt all his appraisals,
Made his life miserable again,
From afar by his contacts,
The best fiend became
A knife in the back forever.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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