No one has kept promises!
So many decades and
seasons went by;
no one has kept words.
My mother
hurrying between
kitchen and study table
promised, if I study well
she would take me to a lake
where lotus flower, butterflies, honey bee
play together. I listened to her.
But the lake was in her imagination.
An old man, a bard, who
would come to our Calcutta house
for alms, said to my eager innocent eyes,
next new moon day
he would sing me the full song.
So many new moon have gone by,
he never came back
he died.
The librarian who smelled like
old books and tea
agreed, when I grow up
he would take me to a city of books and stories
where fairies and gnomes would be my friends!
How much more would I have to grow up?
Elder sister whispered into my ears,
as we watched the falling rain, together,
someday she would gift me
a palm full of rain drops
that will have a rainbow hue.
she got busy and never had the time,
the rain drops remained black and white.
Last year, you promised
You will take me to a path where
Gulmohar trees and red flowers murmur;
and sitting beside the placid lake,
if I smell your chest
I can inhale jasmine fragrance.
But your chest smelled of only flesh and blood.
No one has kept promises!
Decades and seasons went by
No one has kept words.
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