The eternal Ganga of love and truth
solemnly flows
solemnly flows
intense promise inherent in,
with ripples of serenity
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,
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
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
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:
and love sans constance:
The promiser knows not what
to promise.
The promisee knows not what
The promisee knows not what
is promise.
They know that the promise
They know that the promise
is not a promise.
So they demand or commit not
So they demand or commit not
a promise.
So they just make promise and
So they just make promise and
break promise.
On the Promise Day, all they do
On the Promise Day, all they do
is make compromise,
And promiscuity goes on and on
in love disguise...
And promiscuity goes on and on
in love disguise...
©️ N P Samal
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