Kabiraj Sapkota
Gaze at the night sky, dart your eyes hither and thither,
But oh, silly you, you won’t see me, nor will I you.
I was never meant to shine so bright—your search would prove bitter,
For I am the quiet whisper in the wind that softly passes through.
Stand in front of my grave and call me ever so soft,
But oh, silly you, I won’t hear you, nor will you me.
Be not saddened by the silence, nor feel abandoned or lost,
For I linger in echoes, in the rustling leaves of the tree.
Hold my portrait close and hug it so tight,
But oh, silly you, I won’t feel your warmth, nor will you mine.
Yet fear not the darkness in your heart—only wait for the light,
For love endures beyond time, past the stars that align.
Trace the letters of my name, carved deep in the stone,
But oh, silly you, I do not dwell beneath this ground.
I am the hush of dawn, the warmth in sunlit tone,
The raindrops that kiss you when no one’s around.
Sing the songs we once shared, though your voice may shake,
But oh, silly you, my spirit dances within each note.
Grieve not for the presence your heart aches to remake,
For love never leaves—it lingers, it floats.
So wipe your tears, let sorrow rest,
But oh, silly you, do not forget.
I was never gone, just softly blessed
To live within you—a love beget.
