How long until tomorrow?

HOW LONG UNTIL TOMORROW ?

To hear this read out : https://youtu.be/jSgTOkvYYWI

The green mango dangles luring me from my room

The season’s turning here, tell me how’s it in dehradun?

The first green shoot breaks through the earth, Spring is ready, I just want to give birth.

Mothball away the cold brown earth; I long dream of warmth and mirth

I see you all here but today I’m blind; Longing for the morrow is what’s on my mind.

A nation in hibernation, a virus on the wing; Waiting I sit for the yellow flower of spring

Pregnant moments attack, my plane is on the tarmac

Passengers riled up to the gills! Head for the exit, never mind the bills.

I learn to forget the recent past; how long can a moment last?

I see the path is long and winding, yet tomorrow’s spells are ever blinding.

The need of the hour is but to wait on my flower

The hour of reckoning is today; even though my wait is until May

I am in this day and night but my heart has taken flight

The dawn’s first light I treasure, how bright my morrow by any measure.

How the moments add up fast to create the sense of the long past

The past is the recent present tumbling time is never hesitant

Today I’m here but my mind is there

How many todays do I need to add? to reach my ‘morrow dream so glad

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