How can i make a promise to
love u till d end
when it is so much bent under
d weight to fend-
how can i promise
against d onslaught of time,
voices call from d distant shore
to make d final move i ready myself
how can i with eternity
under such a haste dine:
when i do not know whereto i drift-
a rootless lotus in d waters of an ocean
whose waves my drowning spirit does lift.

Hold my hand when i mutter a soft promise
of a feeble love under time's heavy siege.