Someday

Someday he'll make a fortune
Someday his head will touch the moon.
Someday their dark home’ll bathe in light
& the night won't be painted in black and white.

Someday he'll stop begging bread and bun
& would feast out cakes & éclairs with fun.
Someday amidst the laymen's cemetery
His gravestone'll sing the carols of victory.

Someday he'll justify the God's creation
& will come up as the pride of Nation.
Someday he'll build the comfy cots
For the vagabond's children & tiny tots.

Someday his sayings will be valued around
& the hills & the plains will equally resound.
Someday the words will break barriers-nooks
For unlicensed travels on this sphere-the books.

Someday the barred birds will fly unfettered
& rebuild the slumber land -inns that lay shattered.
Someday he'll find the lost cascades
The abandoned farms -Avenues-Arcades.

Someday his work would expel all dearth
& the land will yield our all that worth.
Someday he'll meet out all his need
& would leave the bounties for the poor to feed.