Every drop parts and rains
Along with the broken promise of the sun.
The thunder threatens the world of sleep
Where children dream with their mother's fancy.
The lamp's dead cotton sits lost in thoughts
Only to peep again with blazing eyes.
You, my love, also forgot me .
Who rules the kingdom of destruction ?
When the light withdrew from the lamp's lips,
I sat and counted promises of the day.
Who keeps his words precious for ever..?
Where is the promise not brutally killed...?
MUHAMMED RAFEEK E
Originally published by BETTER THAN STARBUCKS Florida, U.S (in the international poetry page Sept/2018).
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Originally published by BETTER THAN STARBUCKS Florida, U.S (in the international poetry page Sept/2018). https://betterthanstarbucks.org/
https://www.betterthanstarbucks.org/international-poetry-india
https://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btssept2018/international-poetry-india
Republished by the online poetry journal The HyperTexts edited by Michael R. Burch (in Spotlight- Sept/2018)
https://anthonywatkins.wixsite.com/btssept2018/international-poetry-india
Republished by the online poetry journal The HyperTexts edited by Michael R. Burch (in Spotlight- Sept/2018)
Republished by hellopoetry.com
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2704380/where-is-the-promise-not-brutally-killed/
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2704380/where-is-the-promise-not-brutally-killed/
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