The Song Of Tomorrow Poem by P A Noushad ...

I stand beneath the rising sky,
Where silver clouds go drifting by,
And every dawn, so pure, so new,
Whispers, the world belongs to you.

The rivers rush with ancient song,
Yet call to youth to sing along,
Their waters carry hope and light,
Through darkest storm, through longest night.

The forest sighs, the oceans roar,
The earth still waits for something more,
A gentle hand, a caring voice,
A heart that dares to make a choice.

No wall can bind, no chain can hold,
The dreamer's heart, the spirit bold,
For every step, though small it seems,
Can light the world with burning dreams.

Let kindness bloom where anger grows,
Let mercy heal forgotten woes,
For even one bright candle's flame
Can chase away the night of shame.

O children, rise, the day is near,
A brighter world is waiting here,
Where race and name no longer part,
But love unites each human heart.

The earth is ours, its voice is clear,
Protect the land, the skies, the sphere,
Plant trees of peace, let rivers run,
For we are many, yet all one.

Lift up your voice, let courage sing,
The future blooms in everything,
A song of hope, a call to stand,
For home, for dream, for every land.

And when at last the night is gone,
The morning breaks, the world moves on,
But in your voice, the truth shall stay:
The song of tomorrow begins today.