Tomorrow
Do you know a man called”Tomorrow”?
I don’t,
not even the astrologers.
He mingles in silence’
A question, to every person he meets.
He smiles, he weeps as we do,
For every other thing.
Yes I had met him, today as I walked.
He was young and handsome,
An incarnation of darkness,
Well, do you know the question he asks,
Take my word…………as I do not,
if till tomorrow I will last.
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