I WILL KEEP MY PROMISE

I promised

To keep you in the golden casket of my heart,

Worship you until my heart vibrates,

My brush will paint only your portrait,

My chord will sing rhymes only in your glory,

I will always share with you unadulterated truth,

Be it bitter be it sour

I will never desert you,

Not even in my dreams,

You will remain my choice,

Between you and my existence.

Now you are appealing me to go away from you,

You wish me to break the promises I made to you.

Tell me how,

How can I breach my words?

I belong to that soil where a son went into exile,

For fourteen years

To respect the promises made by his father.

I inherited that culture in which a warrior,

Donated his lifesaver breastplate,

To keep his words.

I belong to that race in which a king,

Became caretaker of a crematorium,

Sold his wife, son to respect a promise.

For me truth is significant,

You and I are insignificant,

Loving and living in truth is life for me,

Loitering in untruth is death.

If you feel, I am a misfit in your world

Of flirtatious and fakers,

Then kill me if you can,

But do not tell me to break my promise.

Lord Sri Rama went into exile to fulfill the promises his father made to the queen.  Karna, the first Pandav donated his lifesaver breastplate in order to fulfill a promise.  The honest king Harishchandra sold his wife and son; became caretaker of a crematorium to repay the amount he had promised to a saint.