Tommorow

Why are you sad when you know future is yours,
why are you upset when you know sunrise is yours,

Tight your belts and make it sure,
What you dreamt will come true,

The agony of war
and irony of fate,

Will get detroyed mean it someday,

Make it happen as your is Tommorow
Make it happen as YOU are Tommorow.

poem by Shazia Khan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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