Promises are made to be defied, aren't they?
Like these regulations we tend to disobey.
'Life has numerous inequities, ' they would say.
As time goes by, you would endure in shades of gray.
Reasons indeed notice what a demon does
Yet Love has plentiful deeds and points to discuss
Which the heart alone could fill, thus making a fuss
With the mind's boisterous balderdash, what a muss!
And I remember the time I broke one promise,
The promise for my Cling-Cling, whom I used to kiss.
I said I won't express much love for her, for she pleased,
Yet, I was thinking Love has something to offer better than this.
Most would say that a promise is a useless plan,
Just like bunch of papers thrown into the trash can.
No... the pledge to love her no matter what happens
Is vital in life; that's the promise of a real man!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem