well fought

So, he came raised his hand
and hit me hard
Somehow I had seen it coming
So I wasn't upstart
This time I gave him too
a huge tight slap
with a tight leg attack too
He tried to come back with further force
I hit him hard
on his face and throat
alas! I had no plans of hitting him
But I was sure
that was his intention
for what he was here before
So he had to be taught a lesson
that too in the right fashion
I had seen his brother in some other time
Police and friends - I had tried them all
in that rhyme
Such biased society
they gonna be by your side
yet maintain duality
but this guy deserved something else
Like I don't know what
but something real bad
Not that I wish him bad even now
Since he was my friend at some time
long back from now
But ya, I wondered at this new emotion inside
This hate and disgust at defallen humankind
Like I never judged people
even embraced lunatics and spirits so feeble
I had always pitied this guy
had sympathized and tried to be by his side
He was one coward so scared of the world
He had to lie for everything
and still cry in his bed - all curled
you see that kind of weak spirit
which can't handle anyone taking him to be wrong
who had to cross seas
so that none sees
his dark side
the lusty fight
or the fact that he wasn't a man
or his need to still stand
in the society so strong and firm
so he visited brothels just to confirm
if he was a man enough
and every time he came back
to his own country
with a new spirit in mind
that he was free
to tell whatever he felt like
that he did behind
and yet there was that deep loneliness inside him
for he knew that his lies will collide him
he was scared of the world
and the fact that they misunderstand him
he was afraid
that he would neither stand out nor stand in
So he found relief in some old affairs
some women from past
some new to stare
and at night just for his own delight
he satisfied his lust
Shaking his penis at the pictures of his own friends
to his own delight
and he stood against everything
that he himself did
only in the dark corners
of his cunning heart
but to the world
'he was a good man'
'innocent one'
Alas! none knew his true side
none knew the evil he kept inside
He thought it was his right
to beat whichever woman
he felt he wanted to hit
Just because he could never tempt me
He got into that revenge fit
But I wonder
was I so wrong at judging people
How come I had ever considered him a friend
How come I never knew his insane side
I had seen his insane roots
Had seen his flip side at times
he once came and kept on crying
in my room for two days and nights
all he wanted me to do
was to travel with him for one time
despite of all my arguments
he neither left nor let me go
out of my room or mind
Atlast I had to go
Thank god he met with an accident
Nature was by my side
I still took care of him
coz he was a friend
long back in some other time.
And the incident finally helped me
keep a distance
from that lunatic that despo mind
but still we had traveled together
upon so many hills in different rhymes
so when I went for a trip alone
I got his call trying to join
though I refused him that trip
but I also missed him inside
Not his company for sure
but that traveler feeling inside
I wished him to experience the same
the beautiful mornings
of hilly side
with those kind of good thoughts
I came back to the city
forgiving all forgetting all
I came with ethnicity
And when he wanted to meet again
I went to meet the same
we had some casual talks
some creative affiliations
we did many things
a positive annotation
but then I didn't want it
to go beyond a certain limit
I didn't want him to get obsessed
of me or the time limit
so I left and didn't overstay
and didn't give him
an entry to my personal domain
so he got frustrated of jealousy
how come other friends of mine
still have my time and prophecy
so this evening he came
with dark intention's game
and tried insulting me at my place
tried to hit me and ruin my face
though I got few marks and injuries
But I am sure I did
best to remove his flurries
I gave him tight slaps and kicks in return
shoved him out of my place
and banged my door on that moron
but you know even if I took a revenge
Like I don't need to even think about it
or the fact that had there been someone with me
He would have never dared to do thee
yet I feel bad inside
like I had to raise my hand
first time in my life
like I had to hurt someone that bad
to cause him a strife
again n again I am trying to forgive him
but my soul wishes him all plight
I am unable to forgive him
and I am wishing him injuries, pain, distress
and anything bad that can happen to him
and I don't like this side in me
this wishing bad for anyone in lee
Like I had always been a forgiving person
a person who believed in goodness
and not in anger or repulsion
I still think had the situation been otherwise
if rather than hitting him back
I had hugged him instead
cause I knew he was mentally sick
and he needed love to get cured
but then no matter how much sympathetic
you get for a dog with rabies
you know you gonna die
if you care for him beyond a fixed remedy
So it had to happen
whatever happened
and there is no point
thinking about that one time
But had it made a difference
if I was married or lived with my parents
Had it made a difference I had a man in my life
to take my responsibility and teach that ass a lesson
who knows?
But it surely is more satisfying
to think that I fought my own fight
though I still wonder
why I have to face
such sick people
such social blunder
but then guess this had a reason
to make me stronger.
and I have no offense to the cosmos
coz the trouble was so small
that in the end I - 'well fought'.

Written by - Surbhi Rohera