I Will Return /Kamalika Bhattacharya

I Will Return

Kamalika Bhattacharya 

I will not bid goodbye,

For farewells are mere echoes in the valley of time,

A river does not halt at the ocean’s embrace—

It whispers, "I will return,"

Through clouds that carry its soul to the skies.

In the pyre's last golden glow,

Ashes scatter like seeds in the wind,

Sprouting into whispers of new lives,

As the earth drinks deeply of what was once mine.

I shall rise as the green of a young sapling,

Bending to the rhythm of a sunlit breeze.

Do not mourn, for my journey is a spiral,

A staircase made of stars, descending and ascending.

I am the feathered dove resting on the mountain,

The restless cloud above the estuary,

Always searching for the next form to be.

Each sigh of the wind carries my voice,

Each ripple in the river bears my touch,

Each bell that tolls awakens my shadow,

Learning once more the lessons of this eternal school.

I will return as the song of dawn,

The laughter of rain, the flame of a new love—

An infinite mosaic of beginnings and ends,

Where the poet within never truly departs.

So, when I leave, let it not be an end.

Hold my promise, like a soft whisper of spring—

"I will return, I will always return,"

Through the rhythm of lives yet to bloom.

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