I was at daggers drawn with my enemy

I was mad at defeating him,

So,a weapon I needed,

a weapon uncommon

that would make him bite the dust.

Hatred made me furious,

restless and an alien.

One day I saw my mother in dream,

I was in her lap and

She was ruffling my hair

And I was red in anger.

She was just adoring me.

Next day I went to my enemy

with a bouquet,

He threw it and drove me away.

Next day I sent him a bouquet

He smashed my flowers.

I stopped sending.

One day the doorbell rung,

My enemy came with a bouquet.

Said"come my friend".

That night my mother came and

whispered "How was the weapon!"