Who can ever predict tomorrow

Has anyone seen the coming morn

Can someone ever be so sure

Of days, events and feelings unborn


Can one sense the storm within the breeze

See the rocks beneath the restless surf

Or be certain that joy will turn to sorrow

And pansies grow on neglected turf


But flowers bloom where trees do fall

And sailors prepare to brace the waves

Questing for unknown adventures

Not for them the hermits’ secure caves



Be not afraid, the freewheeling gull cries out

We’ll seek shelter when there’s a storm

Right now the sun shines in all its glory

And the whole world seems reborn


Come soar with me up to that soft cloud

And climb high towards its frothy top

Let’s wheel together in the warm updraft

And watch the world below us drop


At night we’ll huddle together

In the boughs of some fallen tree

As long as we care for each other

The storm will spare both you and me

~ Siddharth Sanyal ~

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