The serpent glares asking me if i dared
Trust left me bare; two three folds more aware
The course attempts to rip me kill me tear
Nikhil breathes, ready to battle with care
Killed by time strangled even alive
Repent I should for my trust that dives
Intermission but strong, my values to which I abide
Success only remains front of my sight
Teach me how to truly get back and bite
Injured, battered, derelict, ready to fight
Nikhil thanks god, for you have been his challenging guide.
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