An Unkept Promise Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

People say a promise must be kept
Anyway, till a single chance is left.

I too got an ever charming one,
That the world err witnessed by none.

I waited every single day week month, fruitlessly
Hope still whispered me, a chance must come surely.

She said she would call in the afternoon,
That came forth such an unexpected boon.

No call comes, Unkept remains her promise,
What comes is only the news of her demise.

Her parting message of love is still reverberating
An innocent soul is she, worth remembering.

She did not betray me
she only died loving me.