BAD TIMES

When your life seems shattered

When your soul is tattered

When your heart is scarred

When everything seems to fall apart

When the Almighty seems unfair

When you don't know which path to tread

When melancholy becomes the new mood

And the destiny seems to be rude

When you yearn for that one ray of hope

And try harder everyday, to cope

When you seek solace outside

We name is phase, BAD TIMES

When everything turns out to be a mess

And Our very soul, becomes our guest

When we lose control

And unknowingly invite a million foes

Who pretend to be our friends and well wishers

But apparently, make our sorrows deeper

Their advices seem to be life saving and apt

Sooner we realise, it was all a crap

They hover our minds and manipulate our thoughts

We ourselves invite distraught

Bad times turn into nightmares

As expression now, becomes a dare

So my friend, check before you share

As hunters are everywhere

Don't let them push into despair

Be strong and calm, and see your worries vanish in the air.....