Metamorphosis

When I came back
you weren't here
but the touching memories
wilted with failing dreams,
looking at your passing steps
my inner self hankered after you.
You flew far away
leaving me to brood alone.
When you were here,
I failed to comprehend you
I was in the depths
searching for myself.
The search was eternal,
opening up fresh vistas,
meanwhile, the bell sounded
for me to leave my kith and kin
to lie down for the last breath.
Now I do realize
you are I and I am you.

by P A NOUSHAD

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