Tomorrow,
A voice of uncertainty,
To unfold its mystery,
I might take an eternity,
Who knows what lies in there?
Might be joy, might be despair,
Or might it be,
That it begins without me,
With my soul set free,
Amongst the skies, amongst the stars,
And my grave showered with shiuli flowers,
With my body resting in the mausoleum,
Wrapped in the white of the quilt,
Waiting for itself to wilt.
Or might it be,
That it brings me,
Unfailing love and allegiance;
Or might it be,
That it brings me,
Anguishing and agonizing stubborn defiance,
Who knows what it would bring?
A peal of laughter or a shedding of tears?
Who knows what it could bring?
A spirit of courage or a haunting of fears?
Oh, what a pity!
What a pity it is to witness the blindness of the mind,
The incapability of man to solve this massive quandary,
But, does it mean that we dwell in sorrow?
For a lesson taught ought to be borrowed,
Seize the day for you cannot seize the morrow.
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Tomorrow is unpredictable. Many might argue that prophecies and predictions have been made...but there is not surety for the prophecies made by the greatest of prophets at times have omitted to come true..for according to the great Islamic poet, Abu Sayed, "Sometimes the sky might become dark yet a torrent of rain might not pour." Hence without dwelling about tomorrow, let us but seize the day and cherish and enjoy it to the fullest..:))...