The Promise Poem by Subhadip Bhattacharya

As I came out of my house,
We friends were supposed to meet
At a certain place.
A corner road by the park.
Four of our friends were coming there.
It was evening and everything looked perfect
For a hangout.

Later,
Much later actually.
About twenty years later,
When we again met,
At the same place,
Almost at the same time...

I saw a huge word called....
.
PROMISE

Written all over that place,
That evening...
And it looked so sweet,
So sweet..
And that's how it was supposed to be.
Because it was never met.