The line of faithfulness
No one knows how to read it
I know there is a line of faithfulness
On my hand
The line line of faithfulness
I don’t know how to define it
How to tell
What its limits are
How far thought should be free to stray
And what point danger lies.
How much nearness of other’s lip
How much intimacy of talk
How much warmth of hands
Goes with the notion of faithfulness?
The line of faithfulness.
How can one deepen it
And strengthen it
When so many promises
Cross one’s lips-
As if words could measure it!
I know there is a line of faithfulness
On my hand
It may be invisible
But I can see it
It is the long one, deep one
On my small hand
And there are five fingers
Five senses
Five gods
To witness
The line of faithfulness..
©AMRITA PRITAM (Black rose and existence)
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