Why Fret About
Tomorrow?
Sweet are the things that around us lie
If we care to see properly
This world is a garden of Eden
Where nothing is ordained in vain.
The eyes can see far into the heaven
The legs can take to the ends of the world
The mind can think of things unknown
And the heart can sing the love profound.
Man can make a hell of heaven
And heaven of hell, as suits his best ken,
In his short sojourn in this universe
Towards the dawn of
He thinks of conquering his self
But oft becomes victim to his pet pelf
And, with all his well-meant intention,
He goes down into sweet oblivion.
Creation is a sealed book for man
Despite his splitting up of the atom;
He wants to fly to new worlds, if he can,
Knowing the power of God is supreme.
Fools are they that for a tomorrow stare
Without using the cash that falls to their share
And wise men are they that enjoy on end
To the full what they have before their journey’s end.
None knows what is in store for tomorrow
But all know the end stalks us unaware
Giving no scope to make an escape
From arrows of death but stand agape.
Why should one fret about a tomorrow
If today be sweet and gives great solace–
“Before we too into the dust descend
San’s wine, san’s song, san’s singer and san’s end?”
–ADITHAM VENKATESWARA RAO