This is what you wanted & this is what you are going to get.

This is what you plotted for, with arsenic, drop by drop.

You have done this a million times. In your head it felt like freedom.

Yet, why does sadness pour out of your ears, blood from your eyes?

The clay you held dear has finally yielded,

it has turned into a beautiful Koel, a Kokila

who flew in one summer and filled your heart.

It must now fly away far west.

Take heart, dear one. You shall always remain in her memories.

Always, and never.

But why fear?

:-)

O wind,
If winter comes, can spring be far behind?