Nothing called future
And we all are here.
We would not be there, but
To term future - not fair.
Dream has no tense,
You know. And life
Is a dream you declared.
Life is related
With time. And time
Has no future - confirmed.
Your smile, your cry
All are there as they are.
In dark, in light, you
May go anywhere - no bar.
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