Dear Tomorrow,
When life gets a bad bout of serious
Take a clock hand or two
To fuel the intrigue of the curious
Side scuttling somewhere inside of you
When life becomes a deep shade of odd
So confusingly monotonously tiring
Don't just give a surly push and prod
That's not entirely inspiring
When life gets a steep angle of up
Ominously steeper than a gentle hilly
Get on your imaginary horse to gallop
And always, always be a little silly
Lovingly,
Suparna
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