Pink Promises Poem by Saroj Padhi

Where are your promises gone?
Those pink promises made in the twilight
Of our tryst under a half moon
Under the Peepal in front of your hostel
When the Ayah shrilled out your name
And you rolled back like a timid tide recoiling
Into the depths of a sea in the dark;
But your words have
Kept ringing throughout
In the hollows of my being
Like old obsolete coins
Propelling me oft' to sadly sing
Of that moon, that tree and Ayah's words
And those moments of merciless, moony fling.