Sit here, bright-eyed granddaughter of mine.
Close enough to feel this breeze over my arm,
sit as I recount the history of tomorrow.
A story of the days you are yet to use.
No day has been barren; tomorrow will certainly come.
People expect the future to wear new makeup,
but the rainbow has limited colors.
The future will always be an invention of the past – every dusk is in labor.
Remember that people will always forget.
Do not attempt to hold back fame
or love or beauty
Or anything that comes in seasonal migrations.
Whenever they are ripe, eat your mangoes.
Do not labor to understand; ask those who already do.
Choose a path and ignore the gossip
and never give hope more than it can carry.
Uncertainty will never go extinct- so move on with your dreams.
And never ask for answers that you will never use.
Long talk is for idle people; ask them for conclusions.
See life in terms of what you can give, and nature will take care of you.
Get what matters, let others keep the rest.
For those who have taken time to unpack life
have found nothing.
Just boxes inside other boxes.
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