Memory of a Promise
Leaving moon at the shore Cloudy wave returned back home Into the slate colored wide universe Plain as washed up after evening Stood here 'I' as messy as a garbage bin Full of uncountable variety of trashes Finding myself so unlikeable That it doesn't seems like home within But so far in the depth of this blackness There breathes a memory of a promise Not to anybody in flesh and soul But to me and my very own To stay alive until the end arrives Not to die while a single breath suffice To see everything that lays affront Neither turning nor covering my eyes. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015 (Poem)