THE FOE

I came across her
When I was too young
We quarreled and 

I was elated at having won

She kept pestering me,
Challenging me again and again
She never gave up
Though all her efforts seemed in vain

Past triumphs don’t soothe me now;
Coz she’s still paving thorns in my way
The quarrel is now a crusade,
And she’s getting stronger day by day

Oh no! I can’t write no more
In awe of this adamant foe,
who’s back and knocks my door.
Where did my sharpened pencil, scale and pen go
Coz I need to find them for the exam tomorrow.