A Portrait Of Tomorrow

Tomorrow maybe so uncertain Maybe buried by today's shortcomings Clouded with tremor and aloof tranquility We stumble on the rotten ground And trying to crawl towards total reformity Inspite of dirty dust, In this world maddened with illusion Be cleaned again by dusting off Nothing is permanent by grace of anything Even the dust greatly stuck. today is something by reality tomorrow is quite different by change let calmness be there by all times to be or not to be as always a million dollar query will we live through this painful reality? tomorrow's truth maybe deafening tomorrow's portrait maybe blinding but we only have to stay awake to gain prestige and honor never to be afraid of tomorrow's vagueness for whatever awaits for us, God still knows what is best.