Future is uncertain And uncatchable.
Though all running behind it.
Under a thick cloudd,it gently
Open its covering like blooming flowers.
Tomorrow is yet to come.
No one lives in future's nest.
But life is for a test,
On the earth We are just a gust,
Future lives in present's chest,
On the earth We are just a gust,
Future lives in present's chest,
On the earth We are just a gust,
Future lives in present's chest,
Future is a basket full of promises,
An undreamed dream, an Ocean of hopes,
That encouraging us to move on.
Wounds of past and failure of today trying
to block our way.
Each time It's telling us to go on,
Something good is waiting in front,
There is still some chances to win,
Each time future turning into present.
Like a dusk meet with an evening.
©subirmitra
S