FUTURE
Sometime back. (Aah, but how long it seems)
The future was a six-lettered sun-kissed beam.
For some, it was that castle on clouds
To others, their Arts’ steady shout.
Far away, the dream was enough
Yet unseen – it was in eternity’s cuffs
But future, that devil! It beckons me how
Into the pit that is both deep and foul.
His touch is cold. Yet I give my hand
For I have realised,
Castles on clouds, cannot have pillars of sand.
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