That Of The Unknown

None can tell
that of the next one.
It is all so much hidden
packed with a seal.

The stature and the status
being unpredictable
we talk of next day,
next year, and next century,

Deriving a possibility
out of an impossibility
we move with a confidence
beguiled and outspoken.

Warnings, at regular intervals
ask us not to overboard,
sound ignominious. We
go as we wish.

Reluctance obliterates
the alarm. We move.
falter and fumble
but never learn.


By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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