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An Incomplete Search

I went searching for-
that little child who cuddled in her mother's arms, 
those tender feet that jumped in rain, 
that little heart which melted for a kiss, 
those twinkling eyes that gleamed in the moonlight. 

I enquired the oak tree about-
one little nose that smelt the early morning jasmines, 
an enthusiastic voice that sang the stories of the sky, 
those tender fingers that brilliantly belted out the piano, 
that curly hair which locked the light of life securely in it. 

I kept on searching for those red ribbons, that blue tunic and those black shoes which accompanied the girl to her school
I walked all the way right from her study table to her office desk following her footprints to get some detail of her 
I ran amidst the woods where she breathed the pure early morning air
I checked the cabins of the city metro that seated her comfortably when she choked for breath. 

Her spectacles had no answer to any of my questions regarding her whereabouts 
Her golden ring lied lifeless on the table having lost its royal glory 
Her favorite shoes are still waiting for the mountain trekking event. 
Her black bike had no answer when I asked why it's engine is never ignited. 
Her friends still kept her number in their contact list pointlessly waiting for a text message from her. 
Her boyfriend silently walked into his office cabin and seriously worked on his assignments - he'ld probably never smile again
Her mother sat on the dining table with two plates in front of her-she'ld probably never realise that the food remains untasted forever.

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