Hard to keep it was
but still gave assent to it,
To the lamp that glowed
without smoke and heat.
To the soothing presence
that waived the agony
and poured words that held
million meanings.
Now it just demanded
my silence, just my silence.
I owe it to the guide
that aided me in strife.
A lifetime's onus fell
upon my frayed being
to give the promise of
silence that was sought.
A tinge of silence in return
for an eternity of succour.
Now, this promise takes
nothing away from me.
The silence is just my state
And I need just be what I am
to keep my promise
which will keep the lamp burning.
Here is that promise which will
stop the lamp from flickering.
and keep me happy continually
Here is my promise, my silence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem