The tomorrow that never did come.

Once, in the deep wilderness,
there was a small town called "Hackalunool"
there, on a little road crossing through the dwellings,
was a horse with a golden harness,
pulling a buggy returning from school.
and amongst it's members, was our little Miss Jennings.

Our little Miss was only of seven,
living in her own little heaven,
Merry as every other child around her,
Around soch little pleasures, about which grown -ups failed to bother.

She had but one little wish,
that she conveyed to her old man wise,
that they go together once to fish,
and on the banks, watch the sun rise.

Her old man gleefully had said,
"Dear, i'll take you tommorow"
and merry as a christmas chant,
But a month later, lying in her bed,
dear Miss Jennings was in sorrow,
cause they had never went.

Reminded him she had often,
but he always said "tommorow"
wondered she, The day will come when?
or will they ever go?

An unknown time later,
all kids in the town did gather,
to discuss their woe,
that there came no tommorow.

Is it true that the adults forgot,
many promises, little occasions, important events
in their busy lives,
Or may be they did not,
but just kept them on postponenet,
because of their busy lives.

Miss Jennings and her friends, wished and wondered,
if that the adults sat for a while, and pondered,
will The tommorow ever come?
and they felt a little lonesome.

Waiting, for the tommorow that never did come,
the tommorow that never did come.

I dont know who!!

It was just the other day,

Dear Uncle fell down in the alleyway,

Because, in the alley, to his dismay,

A Banana peel got thrown away.

Every soul in the block did say,

Find the one who did, if u may!!

On another of such dreaded times,

Whilst I was looking for a word that rhymes,

I looked up to the ringing wind chimes,

Instead the sound was of falling dimes,

And again, the chorus wines,

Who left open the box of collected fines??

Life was again moving at its regular beat,

A little child was playing in the street,

Unaware of the fate he could meet,

If the flying urn that fell at his feet,

Had not suffered all that heat,

To name the hand that it hath just greet.

On occasions such and many more,

That someday may become part of the lore,

Sit and wonder is all I do,

To look for the one did it all who,

Left the peel, to close the box forgot,

Threw the urn and GOD knows what not??

Cause all that ever came here were but us,

One of we it had to be thus,

Or may be each one had,

Now or then been equally bad,

And thus the outcome we all fear,

Of being the one who would the blame bear,

And hence we would never know,

As to who really did so??

Since answer the question we always do,

By saying “I don’t know who”!!

P.S. I know its weird!!