Coming Back Poem by Praveen Kumar in Celestial Glow

However far I run away from you,
Whatever reasons I spew to do,
However long I stay far from you,
Like migratory birds on nature’s clock,
Involuntarily I return to your flock.

You’re the temple, where I’m priest,
You’re east sky, I’m morning star;
Wherever I wander, you remain my post,
Where I spring back to fulfill my call
And add to bond, and pay reverence.

You’re my seed, you’re my fruit,
You’re the field where I grow and flower;
You’re fulfillment I endeavour to reach;
You’re my joy, rest, that light I aspire,
How can I go farer than is the need?

Whenever I come, I carry my bags
Zipped to the brim with all I have
And lay on your feet in obeisance;
While away, I never, far from you,
And carry my bags safe for you.

When I perforce move away from you,
Like icy winter leaves I fade and drop,
Only to sprout afresh and replenish you
In new colours, fragrance and blossoms
And deck your world with lively spring.

You’re the fulcrum I revolve around,
Breaking that tie is not easy for both;
I feel forlorn, lost and clueless in void,
Incomplete, blind while untied from you,
And grope for dreams we together had.

When beckons reach to rejoin you,
Wings sprout like blossoms of spring
And I flutter wings with dreams in eyes
And fly to heaven you made your home
To take you in arms and forget all pains.

Far or near, we, inseparable in core;
The joy of relief does lie in tension,
The joy of water does lie in thirst;
Indeed my return, great flush of joy,
Built on torn structure of separation.

I dipped and rose from oceans of void,
Breathed you alive in all pains and grief;
Like the lost child that rejoins its mother,
I return to safe fold, you hold me to chest
And feed me with milk of love and trust.