THE PROMISE

 

K. S. VENKATARAMU

 

When grief made me mute,

when silence became a burden,

with the song still-born–  

and the stars forgot their promise

of everlasting melody,

 

a baby painted a smile

on its toothless gums

and kept its promise

by blithely singing a babble–

­a song unforgettable.

 

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