Treasure Island

sekharan pookkat


Tommorrow


Birds sing in the morning
A dog eared book
And their songs in the evening
Ends in elbow rooms

Different thoughts, styles
And rhythms of a song in the air
Pass through your ears
Are for tomorrows youth

But dump we are
And blind too
To observe nature
And enjoy the songs of cuckoos

Submitted: Saturday, September 14, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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Observe the changes in nature

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  • Lasoaphia Quxazs (9/16/2013 9:14:00 AM)

    Nobody knows the tomorrow, which is good, because many who do not have control of their moods, behaviors, wishes and wants would be disappointed if they could see it. That is why always expect the best, but take and face what comes, and solve it without falling apart. (Report) Reply

  • Poetheart Morgan (9/14/2013 8:55:00 PM)

    This is what happens when we study too much, you loses the luster of the morning and dark at night. One more day away........ (Report) Reply

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