onslaught

When times are tough and bad,

All of a sudden the world grows wise.

On our wound they have salt to add...

Everyone counsels according to the size in tact.

Their smile is formal and pinchy fake...

Welcome is dry and seems compelled.

Respect no where and honor at stake.

In social life we feel, we are expelled...

Niggling are prioritized and noticed very well...

Things of importance go unnoticed...

They make loud noise and make life hell.

Identity gets lost and we go blank faced...

So friends in good times never do preach.

For it is nothing but things you lend...

Or you would get echo of your own speech spent...

And will get all your dues at the end.

Good times never last...

So do the times, which are shaky and tough.

Things always come to track slow or fast...

So never get scared...

Never should you bluff.