Thinking of the days I write,
In clouds of thought,
In pain or smile,
My heart writes to dash,
Then I ask myself,
will it be all right?
Not just to pen,
But to stand in strength,
I say, I will fight to the end,
The challenges of time,
Embedded in the origin of corruption,
Yes, no one knows tomorrow,
But i wish for a better tomorrow,
Then will I just sit,
And fold my hands?
Or, will I write,
Till it gets better tomorrow.