Palas Kumar Ray
Bad Time Is Sure To Come - Poem by Palas Kumar Ray
In your life, in your home, you don't solicit
You don't wish, but I come, I pay my visit.
None I forget or forebode, rich or poor
None I forgive or forgo, I knock the door.
You pave my way, or I make my own
But I come, I don't care you frown.
You don't like my presence, you say "No"
But I can't delay or defer, I go
Wherever I wish, whenever I like
Your anguish I don't care, I strike.
I rob your belongings, shatter your hope
I laugh as you sob, I leave you mope.
I destroy your dream, your peace of mind
I tear your joy, I'm cruel, I'm unkind.
I'm destined, sure to come, I'm merciless
I'll come. I'll take my dues, leave you helpless.
I'll give you deep sorrow, pain and grief
Friends will desert you, or pretend to be deaf.
Fear me, beware me of, know me very well
I'm your bad time, certain to come, very near I dwell.
© Palas Kumar Ray.All rights reserved.
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