where every event causes a fuss,
one can't help but ponder, wonder and contemplate
if there is a tomorrow for us..
If indeed a crimson is set to arise
from the present plague's overbearing cloud,
then pray its rays do shine so aurous,
protecting us from this wrath, like the lord's shroud.
Let us come to that tomorrow,
where x's and y's of a chromosome,
Equally unite to take a shelter
under humanity's concrete dome
Even if a another day exists
end is as possible as it was today
abandon this rat race to finally live,
keeping sorrow and fears at bay.
Uncertain is this world and its ways,
I have come to realize thus,
that no one but time does really know,
if indeed there is a tomorrow for us..
When with my loved one today,
I have constantly wondered
if there is a tomorrow for us
but by not keeping this thought at bay
an Idea to which I never surrendered
it always created a catastrophic fuss
Now that we are amidst this chaos
where world's fate seems at stake
this seemingly lasting thought of tomorrow
in which my mind delves
keeps me in assumption, imagination and expectations' slumber
from which no one now seems to wake.
