The adored

By Aadhya

One day when I let go of everything,

when I cannot bear the pain of existence anymore

and join the place where angels frolic and elves sing ballads,

please oh god let me come back to this land I call my mother,

not as human but as the delicate details that we adore

let me come back as petrichor that follows the rain the narrow ray of sunshine that slips from between the clouds

oh, almighty let me be the old oak that gives comfort to travellers or the stream, 

that passer-by’s admire.

What are we if not bits and pieces of all the things we adore

alas, what joy is it to be the adorer?

for, I long to be the adored.