When public enemies like Narahasura torment you, you long for nemesis to catch up with them. Everyone has his/her own way of expressing it. I thought I can say it this way:
NEMESIS
What I speak now is what I’m prompted to speak:
I saw truth spreading its wings like summer sky;
but your bright stars slip into black holes!
your hands smell of fresh blood
jackals on the trail!
You clutch still the trump cards
but will not play them again.
You will go blind on Thursday;
Friday will dawn for your enemy.
Mighty mars will leave your house!
You will lie on its floor like a
starving frog of summer sand!
Like the plague of a medieval town
will end, your reign of torment.
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