Rough times 

Through times,

In rough past,

When amateurs becomes matures,

And matures becomes amateurs,

When ego and vein are the one talking ,

When dispute goes out of respect,

And when compromising is kept aside,

Eventually what’s left is an aura of sadness,

Negative vibes as the shield,

Keeping them out of the bowl of love,

Though years of togetherness,

But now awkwardness in their together-ness. 

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