TOMORROW
She wore a hidden garment
Unknown, clothed in uncertainty
Pages of a book, yet unopened
Episode of a life, yet to be lived
She's a door with no peep hole
Opaque room, no transparency
Unopened parcel of unexpected
Edible or stale, yet unrevealed
she is the unravelled mystery
The shadow of a ghost story
Why she hides under a mask?
Question everyone live to ask
The moon will slumber to oblivion
The sun will rise from resurrection
To plant new rose on desert winds
Transcending its way to past time
Yesterday might donned Anguish
Today may wear garment of pang
Tomorrow is gravid of a baggage
Filled with hope for another day
©® Jamiu Ahmed
Comments
Post a Comment