My enemy is not in my sight
But every where, he makes me tight
He disturbs, my confidence
with the instincts, of coherence
He throws options, as his weapons
Which pauses even, my defence actions
He proposes, to proceed my walk
And spreads the carpet of doubts, in my path
He mutes my mouth, in front of the group
To restrict me under, one roof
He imposes, conflict in my mind
With out the solutions, to find
Never he harms, physically
But he hurts, mentally
This battle commenced, since my birth
Seems to be persist, until my death
As a warrior, i can fight
If he did not find, my heart it as his seat
No other tactics of battle, is in my hand
Rather than, pleading to God
Oh God! Teach me the way, to deal -
my enemy " who is is my own soul...
