As Is I Poem by Ruma Chaudhuri

Tomorrow's morning coming on
You may see me in a new form.

Perhaps as a bird that looks black
Or, as a street dog, or, as a buck.

On that morning my good friend,
Will you be able to find me again?

Or, I will be the silence in the black night,
Or, the gentle breeze that comes with
the first morning light.

I can't be the storm, or the blizzard
that brings change.. or brings your tears.

I will be like me, as is I.
A faded star, in the morning sky.