The Promise

The Promise

As I sit by the river;
I think of the stories that this river has, 
Some sunk in the very depths, 
And some had floated. 

Let me tell you a tale;
Of a love story that sunk, 
With a few stories down in the depth of the rivers, 
Just like the pebbles that now rest at the bed. 

He was sitting in the park; 
Trying hard not to battle his mind, 
With the thoughts of his past haunting him, 
His eyes had laid eyes on something which had caught his eye. 

She sat there in front of him; 
Feeding the pigeons with an innocence in her eyes, 
But something was unique about her, 
That captivated his attention in her. 

The scars on her body had a story;
And the pain in his eyes were immense, 
The world around them seemed still, 
As their eyes were speaking. 

In the world where religions and caste; 
Colour and race were everything, 
They had fell in love with the just a sight, 
Ignoring the cynical stereotypes.

Guess it wasn't enough; 
With the world feeding on their souls, 
Trying to break their bodies, 
And the young souls into fragments. 

But luck had its way;
The lovers were distanced and the world came in, 
With the scars on her soul and the pain in his eyes, 
They were stolen from each other. 

After ten years;
They meet once again,
And the love still warm enough, 
this fragmented love story was complete, 
Only to see them holding their hands and breathing their last. 

They had fulfilled their promise; 
To be together in the end, 
When no one in their lives would matter, 
Only love being with them forever.