The Shaman's Eternal Love Poem by Nawa Raj Subba

I whispered your name in sacred hymns,
And mountain winds carried their echoes within.
The river sighed in a hushed refrain,
While rustling leaves spoke your name.

I, a lone shaman—
You, a wandering soul.
Not just a vision, not just a dream,
But a tale from a time unseen.

When my drum beats deep and wild,
It follows the rhythm of your heart's tide.
And the earth replies in a voice profound:
'This love was carved by nature's sound.
A soul has found what once was bound."

To the Himalayas, I climbed in quest,
Asked the snow how love is blessed.
I wandered the plains where the sun aligns,
And traced your warmth in crimson signs.
The jungle leaves began to sway,
And whispered in a single breath:
"True love defies both time and death."

This bond is not just of mortal grace,
It flows beyond the realm of space.
Like soil that holds the fire's tale,
Like winds that sing where waters sail.

Love is no shadow, no fleeting stream,
No wall can hold it, nor distance dim.
Two bodies we may seem to be,
Yet one is our song, one destiny.
I dwell in you, unseen yet near,
And you, my breath—forever here.

So here I sit, lost in thought, my dear,
Wherever you are, I drum and hear—
The voice of earth, the call of sky:
"We were, we are, and shall abide,
Two as one, side by side."