An Anthology Of Verses - Prabhath Avadhanula

What Shall I Swear On ?

What shall I swear on?
The moon? It waxes and wanes.
The stars are much too distant lain.
My heart will one day stop to beat,
My death is much too small a feat.
The winds are howls of distant cries,
The oceans rage and restless lie.
The rivers bore the bubbling brook,
Faith is much too often shook.
So what shall I swear on?
The sun? That flirts its rays with everyone?
No. I shall swear by you and you alone.
To you, for you, I do
Give my soul.