Ode to Promise

You are born to be broken
It is not ill spoken
You are easily forgotten
When you come out of problem ridden

Though you are helpful to needy
You are watering from the tongue of greedy
The way you behave before your time
Even iron would transform into lime.

You are often used by the traitor
Sometimes also by man of letter
You earn omission by being arbitrator
Between the acceptor and the donator.

Whatever may be your intention?
About you people have always apprehension
Who knows you would be a man of trust
After you have discharged your ignited lust.

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