Tomorrow Poem by Sudam Panigrahi

Tomorrow



Bud becomes flower
flower blooms and blossoms
spreads its colours and aroma
finally it withers.

Solely thinking of withering
never ever a plant
loses hope
or stop having buds.

And I plan my tomorrow
despite withering
and uncertainty.

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