#WritcoPoemPrompt48
Write a poem about a time that your illusions of someone or something were shattered.
vakht ek bahot badi uljan he....
vakht har uljan ki suljan bhi he...
log kahte he kuchh vakht kharab hota he Or kuchh achha...
par inhe kon samjaye achhe Or bure halat hote he vakht nahi..
vakht ke sath badalna sikho ya phir vakht ko badalna sikho...
jab hamare pass vakht hota he to iski kadar nahi hoti...
jab chala jata he to afsos karne ke alava koi bat nahi hoti....
vakht agar ruth kar chala jaye to use mana kar vapas lana namumkin ho jata he..
ye vakht he iska hath kas ke pakad ke chalo ...
varna apke hatho se chhut kar bahot age chala jaega...
© Isha Sonani