Not graceful to go back,
On the path you track,
On the word you speak ,
On the promises you peak.
Very easy to break,
The path for your sake,
To alter the words for your take,
To shrug of the promise you make.
Never give way to fancy,
Nor succumb to urgency,
As they will lead you to frenzy,
By folding you up in an insurgency.
Promises are to be made
After calling for an important grade,
They do not reckon a trade,
Of profit and loss assayed.
The words you utter,
Are not a mere mutter,
But a record of greater,
Practices and charter.
Promises carry dignity
They are an outcome of serenity,
Done with absolute sincerity
Imposing a sombre gravity .
So never take them as a joke
Promises 
create a definite epoch,
As they fly above the mediocre folk,
Embellishing a branded stroke.
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Meenas Poems 