I was locked in the truth of reality…
I know nothing about tomorrow.
But I’ll face it; even it’s nightmare or sorrow.
Tomorrow never knows…it’s happy line.
The bloody tears…
The melting bones…
The evaporated brain…
I saw the shadow of my death.
Still, I chose it…this fate.
Pain, surely, taught me about life.
Balanced life, pain and smile…the happy line.
'Past is a cancelled cheque, tomorrow is a promisory note and today is only the cash you have so spend it wisely. Very beautiful poem from the heart that knows no tomorrow. Thanks Pushkar
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Smiling and painful situation- we learn- in life learning. Nice poem 10+++