Future is a fajr azan coming from the mosque
Which wants to spread their frequency to far away
It has effect upon me for today
To an unseen jannat
Soul talks with mortal body
And body is engaged in search of another body
At the corner of lane
On the heap of garbage
Stray ***** and her poppies
Are fallen asleep
Not even bothered some could crush then under the wheels
This is future to get crushed
Where sound of azan is ineffective
And it soul that now likes the body
Nothing is seen but heart hears everything
Any feeling swallows to logic easily
Selfishness after killing the humanity
Want to keep future to alive
Along with me and after me too
--Tapan Susheel