It's Reversible Poem by Bipinaeco Ziclai

Life is empty without poetry,
Forbidden by it is so called paltry;
Like an asleep that skips dream,
Or a hot day without an ice-cream;
So I taste life through my eyes,
With my frequently high-fived guys;
Who can claim my love is friendship-like,
When the price of being a single is in hike;
No matter how much mine is qualityless,
While much are found like gays;
The experience aren't counted in numbers,
Rather he's success in handling the numbers;
Time is what I hate most,
Thats him who reminds me of lost;
And I feel pity now to see how
FRIEND TURNS INTO LOVE AND
LOVE TURNS INTO FRIEND
It's reversible...