PINK PROMISES

Where are your promises gone?

Those pink promises made in the twilight

Of our tryst under a half moon

Under the Peepul in front of your hostel

When the Ayah shrilled out your name

And you rolled back like a timid  tide recoiling

Into the depths of a sea in the dark ;

But your words have

Kept ringing throughout

In the hollows of my being

Like old obsolete coins

Propelling me oft’ to sadly sing

Of that moon, that tree and  Ayah’s words

And those moments of merciless, moony  fling .

Comp. n copyright : saroj k. padhi

14/08/14