A RHYME, A PLEDGE

Hey Folks! Once more, I take advantage of the luxury of straying away from the NIT Warangal theme, and put before you, the distinguished readers, another instance of my pensive mood...

I wish there were a song to sing,
to bide my time in weariness
and hide the grave dug deep,
which shadows eat into the night.

A score I've scored, and played a part
The one I start now is all well planned
or so it seems to the naive self
though, strong am I to pledge a plan

If ever I am to tread a road,
one that has an even entrance
I swear to God, I'm game to but one shot...

For thus I play with destiny,
folding the letter,sealing it with a kiss
and till the mortal frame stands still...
A promise made shall be kept

-A.J
There is double meaning to this poem, in the third stanza. The strain was composed to mask the intent, a deliberation I had to employ...for what is deciphered by the other, yields me the greatest satisfaction, and thus the poesy has served its purpose.