Tomorrow…

Tomorrow...

I stay up in my dreams throughout the night

Hopelessly striving with all might

To add a shape or maybe a face

Just a bit of colour,just a trace?

I walk barefoot on the dewy lawn

Feeling the cool breeze at dawn

The grass is green they say

And red turns the sky at this time of the day

I nod my head as I fondle a flower

Soft & fragrant in the early morning shower

And suppress a sigh when I hear them claim

“But you make a far prettier dame”

When I’m home I walk upto the looking-glass

Jealousy surfacing again,but I let it pass

For in some hours I’ll bid the bandages goodbye

And tomorrow I’ll stand here to look me in the eye!



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