DREAMS OF FUTURE: a sonnet

DREAMS OF FUTURE: a sonnet


Shall I dream what my future would be like?
Or, shall I plan the shape of things to come?
Shall, now, the thoughts of future woes me pike,
Worrying how should I them overcome?

Shall I design my moves as playing chess
On this chess board, the canvass of my life?
Shall I think, now, by what name I’ll address
My future son and daughter and my wife?

No, this is all mere worthless day-dreaming.
This game of chess has been planned already
By Him who’s always kind and well meaning.
My every move for me He has ready.

We should live always in the time present.
Why dream of future, or the past repent?



• Initially written as entry 427090 in the book FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL, "FAITH, NATURE & INSPIRATIONAL" . Posted as the present static item on 27 July 2008.


M C Gupta
19 May 2006