I will meet you at the end of times

The original poem by Amrita Pritam is nothing short of beautiful. It was originally written in Punjab and translated to English. The link to the original poem, ‘I will meet you again’ can be found below: http://www.littlemag.com/ghosts/amritapritam.html

I will meet you again, in the 
same place where we dipped 
into the stars with our toes 
and danced on the sky. 

I will meet you again, in this 
hall of memories where our bodies 
melted time and our 
souls devoured logic, where 
we dreamt the dreams of our ancestors, and 
flew away from the curses of the skin. 

I will meet you again, where 
onyx stains corrode the seas, and 
roots grow out and pierce the sky, and 
trees blossom underground.

I will meet you again, when 
clouds explode and 
oceans cease to carry us to shore, when 
the ground no longer holds 
our weight and swallows borders.

I will meet you again, when 
the sky fabrics tear at the seams and 
reveal the putrid cogs in 
perpetual motion.

I will meet you again, when 
every shred of hope is buried, and 
life becomes another 
snuffed light in the night.

I will fear nothing, not even 
the Apocalypse. 

Because I know, it will mean 
I will see you again.