Tommorrow Poem by sekharan pookkat
Tommorrow
Birds sing in the morning
A dog eared book
And their songs in the evening
Ends in elbow rooms
Different thoughts, styles
And rhythms of a song in the air
Pass through your ears
Are for tomorrows youth
But dump we are
And blind too
To observe nature
And enjoy the songs of cuckoos
True to the core of the poem. A good poem with social criticism
This is what happens when we study too much, you loses the luster of the morning and dark at night. One more day away........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 3:03:20 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Nobody knows the tomorrow, which is good, because many who do not have control of their moods, behaviors, wishes and wants would be disappointed if they could see it. That is why always expect the best, but take and face what comes, and solve it without falling apart.