Shabnam Janet Janani
Journalist, Writer, Poet
The fear of tomorrow
Tonight
the hands of fear fondling my heart
like a breeze on top of azure ocean’s waves
when the ocean yet
can’t feel the vast inside.
Again like last night
I feel to cry your name,
but cry to feel my pain
I love to forget tomorrow,
but forget to love today.
At the endless of my forlorn cave
I need you desperately
And in a confusion of expectations
I am so in fear of “what if tomorrow…”
Again in tonight hush,
like last night
I must wait for tomorrow
like the ocean for dawn rays
but what if tomorrow…without you.