What does tomorrow hold
For the little girl in her mother’s clothes?
For the wistful bride with brimming eyes,
Will it be like the
world of make – believe
Or be washed away
A rainbow bubble
in the kitchen sink?
That tomorrow may be bright
I seek
The martyrdom of lonely battle fields
Today, the earth
will be wet with my sweat
As I breathe life into common clay
So that my son will ride
Into the future
With the light in his eyes
When tomorrow seems a dream,
I seek peace
In the liquid notes
Of the veena
As it flows into
The gold grandeur
Of a mirrored sunset
Or soars like a lonely bird
Over the cool smoothness
Of dreaming mosques
But in my heart
I know,
That if tomorrow be dark,
I can build from my pain
A masterpiece
Of broken dreams.