How I miss You
When You are not around
In this lonesome Monday morning
That steadily grows into the afternoon.
How I remember You
And hold Your mistakenly-left-pen-pouch
And think of your young bright face
-an innocent, pure flower
And pray
Let the dust not settle upon your sweetness
How I recall…
Your unorganized schedule-
And find it now so sweet
Your yet-to be packed bag
Till you rush with socks clad feet
to wear your shoes..
your last minute change of dress…
the indecision between comfort and fashion-
…so dear to me…
How I hate to reproach
Your free, wild, uninhibited, powerful soul
But I have to
To make your learn-your earth-stay.
How I recall
The soft crackle of your laughter
By my side…
That pours into the long hours of solitude
To seal it partially –for some time..
Now that you are not around
The aroma of your being
Is not there to engulf me…
My moments fall silently..
The big German shepherd is also melancholic
Fast sleeping now
His small snorts and snores occasionally breaks
the silence that envelop the room and me
And I long to swing with whatever you have left here..
There is a dull ache in my heart
As I remember You touching me
In a semi hug…
Before you leave for the school.
And this feeling
-That you will return from the school- as a half stranger
Completely forgetting the good times we spent together-
Is not helping much to prepare myself
To wait for You, dear Girl !
my
Flower Fairy
the apple of my eyes-Aindry!
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