Vidyadhara ... - .Promise

Those were the days, I never slept,
For the whole night, I only wept;
Words once said, the tears swept,
When promises made, were not kept;

Promise was made to follow me though,
Half way in between, it was through;
Stranded in deep, to reach the shore,
In lonely life’s canoe, holding the oar;

As the weather changing its mood,
Midst of broken promise made;
As if providence had misunderstood,
To have my happy life canoe toppled;

Vidyadhara ...

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