Promise Thrice Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

May the river come back
Heaving billow of desperation from Sea.

Lakhs of devotees may return from Thy temple
With pains of callous inanity.

The death-God may turn his face
Not arresting the life of His target.
A sloping meteor may swim back to its orbit
But, you my Chere-amie,
The string of my life
Sovereign of my heart
Would never be back from me
Never
Promise, promise, promise
My sweet-heart.

You are the billow of cheers
In the capacious inanity within me
For ages.

You would be lighting my hut
My darling
You would never be back from me
I promise, Promise thrice to you.