yesterday we all sat
in a corner with hopeless flutes
searching for the echoes of the beamer
searching unending for the possibility of life,
wherefore we all do not tomorrow
some Among us good for the better
some Among us did not hope for a light
but we believe we are not a failure
inside of us,
others were so much excited of their brilliancy
most of us, dullard
until today, they are forged
until now our tomorrow comes in limelight,
And hope becomes our best friend.
© Great Harris