The Plight of Missing...................

           The Plight of Missing...................

"Miss you" everybody says, every other way.
 We miss time, place, person and things.
 We miss the place we were born,
 The place we grew up and those with whom
 Life's lovely moments happened.
 When we shift places like changing shirts,
 When settlement turns a skeleton dream,
 When people come and go like traces in a travelogue,
 What we seem to miss, is what never belonged to us.
 We miss our nationality when we embrace
 Citizenship of another country.
 We miss our religion on conversion, out of compulsion.
 We miss the food we love when we don't get it.
 'Miss' is a term easier said, than felt.
 The state of missing is like the one,
 When a baby is pulled from its mother while being fed.
 It is like pulling a book of scriptures,
 From someone who is rooted to it, on a routine.
 When we miss someone  our heart is down
 With a trammeling pressure on its beat,
 Caused by a load of emptiness sitting on our soul.
 The frequencies of such a load  can exist as a fable.
 But when it strikes once, for one, it is nothing but fact.
                                                                    P.Chandrasekaran.