My Enemy Poem by Rati Saxena

My Enemy

He stood there right in front of me
my enemy
He moved his eyeballs in circles
turned them red then blue
I smiled
He drew a dagger from his waist
and waved it in the air
The crowd around me disappeared
I thanked him, turned around
and came back

Translated by Shelly Bhoil

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Rati Saxena

Rati Saxena

Udaipur/Rajasthan
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