Ideas keep on exchanging <br />And time keeps on changing <br />Like the seasons of the year <br />Like day and night, my dear <br />Time changes friends into foes <br />Soft Flowers become hard blows <br />When the words are misinterpreted <br />And ideas distorted wrongly represented <br />One thing I have learnt for sure <br />There is no cure to keep ideas pure <br />She loves you more than me <br />On the one hand she makes a plea <br />On the other hand she state something <br />That making you thinking <br />This need verification and rectification <br />For one idea can destroy the relation <br />I feel sorry, sorry for not what I did <br />But the little girl indeed <br />I feel the conspiracy against self <br />And find no way to get help <br />For I have more foes than friends <br />There has some who do pretends <br />Being fair and nice to all <br />Reach to you at your call <br />There is always a time of turbulence <br />And I do know there's no permanence <br />In the crowd you feel lonely <br />On the matter, you keep thinking only <br />For it doesn't matter her <br />But it does matter for me the matter<br /><br />Shashikant Nishant Sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-turbulence/
