Someday, We Shall Meet Poem by Nawa Raj Subba

Listen, O child!
The path I walk—
There is no straight royal road.
it bends and twists, veiled in mist—
as clouds often hide
the morning sun, rising shyly.

Like a winter morning,
this journey feels cold to the soul.
and within me are piled
silent nights—fogged over,
unsaid, unsettled.

Somewhere along this trail,
there are robbers—
who steal the heart in shadows?
and thieves—
who plunder dreams without a sound.

So don't come with me—
Go instead.
take the straight road ahead.
where light poles
drip electricity
and guide you swiftly
to your destination.

There,
clocks tick faithfully,
tasks march on like checklists,
life unfolds
like pages in a file—
all things
on time, in line.

But you—
you are the maze in my heart.
Plain words don't please your soul.
You read
the language of glances,
hear
the silent music of hearts—
as a rose speaks
in scent alone,
without a single word.

So go—
take that path
where time walks side by side.

And me?
I keep walking still.
through this lonely trail
curled like tea gardens
on mountain slopes—
carrying old sorrows,
like wet stones
slipping beneath my step.

One day—
someday—
perhaps,
My shadow shall brush against your palm.
And perhaps that day—
at a turning in the road,
We shall meet again.