Tomorrow

TOMORROW She wore a hidden garment Unknown,clothed in uncertainty Pages of a book,yet unopened Episode of a life,yet unlived She's a door with no peep hole Opaque room,no transparency Unopened parcel of unexpected Edible or stale,yet unrevealed she is an unravelled mystery The shadow of a ghost story Why she hides under a mask? Question everyone live to ask The moon will slumber to oblivion The sun will rise from resurrection To plant new rose on desert winds Transcending its way to past time Yesterday might donned Anguish Today may wear garment of pang Tomorrow is gravid of a baggage Filled with hope for another day © Jamiu Ahmed