Frankly Speaking Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Every night the time I ready for a slumber deep
I think of the morrow and all my words to keep
Commitments made things delayed left undone
Not one seems to be pleasant not one seems any fun.

To accomplish what’s left out I feel I should hurry
But feel as much I forget blame it on my memory
Today was once again one of unfulfilled commitment
I have a lurking fear morrow won’t be any different.

Do now what can be done later bring tomorrow’s work today
Love the saying but can’t do much I don’t know the way
What is to be done now I keep them putting in shelf
Today’s work I defer hoping of tomorrow’s help.

Every night when I ready for a soft plunge on my bed
I think of the morrow today’s undone buzz in head
Un-kept words undone work their thoughts don’t bring cheers
If truth is said I don’t bother been doing so all these years.