The Time's flow
Why does a man always project
His own ideas and then object?
Whatever is his real objective?
Degrade by thinking subjective?
Why does he often this forget?
He too can often become a target!
Of such an inhuman onslaught
Comparable to a manslaughter?
The life is spared, have no doubt!
But honour is always put in doubt.
It always results in deepest pain;
Putting relationship under a strain!
Why can’t he just let thing stand?
Which he will never understand!
What makes him feel one up on others?
To go around chopping their feathers!
Try to gather feathers for your hat;
Rather than chop other person’s hat.
Strive to come up and then become,
The thing you had wanted to become.
Slice not the others seen around;
Surely your actions will rebound!
For every action done good or bad;
There ‘ll be a reaction happy or sad!
The mills of God may grind very slow;
But it will surely - with the time’s flow!
