the future

I Don’t Know My Future

I Don’t Know My Future

Ocean is full of water,
And heart is full of joy,
Hunger is all the matter,
And playing with a toy.

Aching for the mother,
To sleep on her lap,
I haven’t expected anyone either,
I love her smile and clap.

Cradle is my friend,
To keep me to dream,
My dream never comes to end,
While appears the sunbeam.

I don’t know my future what it would be,
I play with my things,
Like a crawling and happy bee,
With my tiny and tender wings.

My future may be hard,
Like a rocky mountain,
Now, with my hope,I move a yard,
When joy springs like a fountain.

© Dr.Rk.Rajesh Kannan
Tamil Nadu, India

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