You know how someone promises you a thing?
How you wait expectantly for that promise to manifest, how you long to behold and hold the thing and it all comes to naught?
You know how the passion waxed at first; beating hurriedly like the wings of a trapped water fowl,
How it waned like the tired wings of the same waterfowl slaughtered?
How your hope to see a thing fulfilled fell like dusk upon your expectations & how your excitement congealed and slowly became an anger that burned?
How you see the promissor long after the expected date of delivery only to understand that the promise made to you held no importance for them whatsoever?
And then your anger multiplied, gained weight and sat on your heart like a new born placed in his mother's bosom for the first time
And how you nursed your anger until it grew further and became a grudge which poured over you like water at an immersion; so strong it makes you shudder with irritation at the sight/thought/mention of the promissor.
And how you realize that the 'enemy' is oblivious to your grudge, created by his inability to make promises and remember to keep them and how much said grudge kills you.
Ever felt any of that before?
Well that, ladies and gentlemen is an unfortunate and self-evident truth about the sons of men.
Behold what spectacle we all are....
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