Tomorrow maybe so uncertain
Maybe buried by today's shortcomings
Clouded with tremor and aloof tranquility
We stumble on the rotten ground
And trying to crawl towards total reformity
Inspite of dirty dust,
In this world maddened with illusion
Be cleaned again by dusting off
Nothing is permanent by grace of anything
Even the dust greatly stuck.
today is something by reality
tomorrow is quite different by change
let calmness be there by all times
to be or not to be
as always a million dollar query
will we live through this painful reality?
tomorrow's truth maybe deafening
tomorrow's portrait maybe blinding
but we only have to stay awake
to gain prestige and honor
never to be afraid of tomorrow's vagueness
for whatever awaits for us,
God still knows what is best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem