LET'S PROMISE

The eternal Ganga of love and truth 
solemnly flows

intense promise inherent in, 
with ripples of serenity

and depths of purity...

And she flows,
from the Himalay's heaven-high brows,
meandering down the highs and lows,
by meads, farms and fallows,
with many glories and glows,
for peace and prosperity,

for the sake of humanity, 
and gets united with the ocean 

of divine piety...

And, on the other,
the Promise Day's rut-soaked love 

does flow rash 
through music, drinks and dance,
by the modernity's raunchy romance, 
and leaves behind myriad wastes 

of the Fad's extravagance 

with the promises crafty and false
and love sans constance:

The promiser knows not what 

to promise.
The promisee knows not what 

is promise.
They know that the promise 

is not a promise.
So they demand or commit not 

a promise.
So they just make promise and 

break promise.
On the Promise Day, all they do

is make compromise,
And promiscuity goes on and on
in love disguise...  

                                       

                                 ©️ N P Samal