Sunday, 7 February 2016

Times

Times are bad, sometimes worse
Sometimes a boon or a curse.
Its like seasons, changes course
And neighbours, banging doors!

A little hard to adapt,
Across a storming sea, to push your raft
Everytime a different quest;
Not everytime you can give your best.

Times are what makes man ready,
 To move ahead and make your own study.
A chance to understand distinct situations
So that you don't make repetitions.

A little test to check your patience
Its like switching trains at a station.
You should just extinguish your fire,
Bid your problems au revoir.

Just don't go ahead and bellicose,
You know we lack that much of glucose!
Just ignore and be who you are,
May it be your bete noire.

Be yourself is all I say,
May it be the worst day
-Chinmayee Kulkarni

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