What now?
With hours left as many
Fingers on our hands
Last note to share today
Of time about to be sands....
Tomorrow will be same
As how it was yesterday
Mistakes, decisions, and ballgame
Just through different beltways
But I think, being same
Is yet another different
The change in digits at end
Make uncertainty, feel indifferent
We can't stop what's coming
Neither bring back, the fallen
Just keep the flow going
As bees spread the pollen
Three kind of huggers exists
One - who can't let go
Second - for whom, hug's a resist
Finally third kind, I want to insist
How about a side hug
Neither too strong, nor detached
A good embrace at end
Dents though many, can still be patched
It won't change anything
To me or to you
Least accepting things somehow
Can help both, bid sorrow adieu
There's a tomorrow, for everyone
With and without, all wants
All I hope, is a better tomorrow
You having, the happiest font.
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