I will come back again, to get drenched in this Madras rain, <br />May not be as a human, but as a cuckoo or a sparrow, <br />On a September morn as a stray dog to live in a burrow, <br />On a mild winter day, on a tree in your yard hang as a fruit, <br />As the jingles around the feet of a young dancer, <br />Hours will pass ringing to the steps, you learnt once, <br />I will come back to this land of my love and your dance, <br /> <br />You may see me as a kite flying on the beach, <br />Or as the crow scavenging a nearby ditch, <br />May be as the child playing cricket in your yard, <br />Or on a carcass in the Cooum me seated as a bird, <br />A long line of ants walking down the wall to a hole, <br />On the field behind your home on the cross post of the goal, <br />Find me among the flock of birds flying above your home. <br /> <br />(April 20,2007)<br /><br />Amit Biswas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/930-will-come-back/
