I Am The Ocean Poem by Mohammad Younus

Who dares to claim that death will end me?
I am the river, wild and untamed,
Unbound by the shores of this transient world,
Cradled instead by the ocean's infinite grace.
I emerge from the depths, I return to the depths—
Where else could I journey but home?
In the ocean's expanse, I am ripples and waves,
A note in its symphony, a breath in its tide.

If I ascend as mist, lifted by the wind's gentle hand,
What grief is there? What loss to lament?
Whether I drift as cloud, fall as hail, or descend as rain,
I am still water, forever united with the source.

I will arrive in your city like a fleeting traveler,
A shadow that dances, a stream that wanders,
A snowflake that melts upon the earth's warm skin,
Yet my essence endures, unbroken, eternal.

For the vow I made on the day of Alast
Stands unshaken, a pillar anchored in infinity—
Had I been torn from that sacred promise,
I would have vanished with my first breath.

I am a bubble upon the ocean's surface,
Delicate, glistening, destined to burst—
Yet even as my form dissolves into the void,
My spirit remains, unmarred, complete.

Before time began, before stars ignited the heavens,
Before light first kissed the sky, I was.
No need to search for my origin or my end—
I have always been the ocean.

I am not a fragile candle,
Extinguished by the whisper of a breeze—
I am the ember of the eternal sun,
A flame that cannot die, a light that never fades.

I am the echo of creation's first song,
The rhythm of the tides, the pulse of the moon.
I am the stillness in the storm's eye,
The calm that follows the tempest's roar.

I am the memory of ancient shores,
The whisper of forgotten seas.
I am the promise of tomorrow's horizon,
The endless cycle of ebb and flow.

I am the ocean—
Boundless, timeless, infinite.

Every beat of the heart sings the melody;
I am the ocean.
We belong to it—why ask about our identity? '
I am the ocean.

MyKoul