Promise
The courtesy of ever brimming love
The fountain of lost promises
Of lands and antique mountain heroes
They sung a different lullaby
To keep the vigil intact of broken dreams
A dream is a moving wish for penchant hope
I stand at the gate of eternity
Of heavenly shadows and rainbow dreams
A penmanship of an author lost and found
As the river ran a thousand depths
For the feeling of innumerable grief
As if my heart string was tied to a shadow.
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Lovely sentiments. I enjoyed your verse.
A very compelling poem, Sayani Mukherjee! I enjoyed it very much. Congratulations!
Your poem carries a gentle flow with beautiful, dreamlike imagery. It feels heartfelt and uplifting, with a nice balance of hope and reflection.