How strange it feels sometimes
Like we all are just lonely souls
wondering aimlessly
Drifting like the rain clouds.
Crossing the river
Cut through the forest
Dive into the deep ocean,
Reach the top of the mountain.
Then,
some come back downhill
Some get lost on their way
And, Few make it Home.
Those who return
Are with different identities
Again left on their own to decide, discover themselves
To embark on a new journey.
The seasons leave and then return
The pupa turns into butterflies
The dewdrops rejuvenate the worn Earth.
The cycle of life goes on!
About the Author: Anindita Debnath is a Dehradun based researcher who works on climate change and ecosystem services in High-altitude areas of the Indian Himalayan Region.
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