'Celebration' Should Not Stop Poem by Sumita Jetley

In lands where horizons kiss the skies so vast,
Our paths entwined by destiny's cast.
Together we sought the divine, the truth to amass,
Under the stars, our spirits alight, in harmony amassed.

The dawn of parting came, silent and fast,
With shadows long, and whispers of the past.
In a sanctuary of seekers, our farewells were cast,
Not in sorrow, but as seeds to the future vast.

Faces around, each a story, a mast,
Sailing the seas of the spiritual vast.
United not by blood, but by quests amassed,
In our hearts, a common spark, a blast.

The ceremony of parting, a spell it cast,
Stories of divine breaths, in our roles cast.
With each tale, our spirits to the mast,
A journey shared, in the divine cast.

Then came the moment, the farewell to cast,
A speech of paths diverged, but memories vast.
'We part, ' I said, 'but the bond will last,
For what fades will return, in the future cast.'

A silence fell, a sacred contrast,
A moment of unity, in the future vast.
In embrace, we parted at last,
A farewell not of sorrow, but of futures vast.

The air shimmered, our spirits vast,
In the dance of souls, a divine contrast.
Our farewell, a note in the symphony cast,
A reminder, in the mystic's journey vast.

In every end, a new beginning is cast,
In the heart of the mystic, no sorrow to amass.
Our paths will cross again, in the divine contrast,
For in the dance of creation, nothing truly lasts.