A POEM BY NASEER:
The future whispers softly,
not in promises,
but in echoes —
reminding me
that even tomorrow
needs a seed from today.
COMMENTARY:
When I wrote Echoes of Tomorrow, I wanted to capture that quiet truth we often forget.
The future doesn’t arrive fully formed. It grows from the small choices we make today. The “echoes” are both a warning and a promise: if we plant kindness, effort, and courage now, tomorrow will carry their sound forward. I leaned on simplicity here — no heavy words, no long verses — because hope itself often feels fragile and light. It’s the kind of poem I’d imagine someone scribbling on the edge of a notebook, reminding themselves that today still matters.
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