Who knows
“What”
‘Tomorrow’ brings?
Whether the same Flower
is visited
by the same Bee
or by some
Maverick, perhaps;
Like Me?
(a persistent question,
always!)
Raising Hopes
of surviving
everyday’s Professional Hell!

Who knows
“What” happens ‘Tomorrow’?
Whether the same Cloud
floats over the same Azure
(same Angle, Last. Long.
exclaim
the Enlightened!-
fascinating Game of mapping
and indulging;
it’s all the same!)
Or is it just that
I dream
it happens?
Perhaps “It” does!

Who knows
is ‘It’
the same Wind
fuelling the same bylanes;
raising the same Dust
of yester-years
I recognised Today;
Suddenly!

Who knows?
Are
these the same Dreams
of Survival
(what do I
eat tomorrow,
Please?)
Now gloating,
bloating
and
feeding on
the Carcass of
narcissist
Promises,
blatant, blissful,
unfulfilled, perhaps-
and
Altogether
really
Empty?
Where is the Lover
The Whore, the Beloved?
Where are the Led (the baskets, the fish)
and Where is the Messiah?
(Core Question?)

Who knows
where the Morrow
is?
The Lover
I caress
daily;
while confessing
certain
preconditions
(and rather
Leftist ones at that)
that I must tread
toes
to be Acknowledged
and Recognised.