Missing Syndrome
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My tongue keeps searching the tooth extracted of late
Misses it, ignoring the remaining teeth in a healthy state
My eyes focus on the broken tile near the door
But misses seeing the good tiles all over the floor
I miss the guidance of a departed friend
Despite the help other friends extend
I miss the beautiful house I left behind
And keep exploring distant places in my mind
I am good in singing and dancing jazz
But miss the talent in maths my friend has
I love to talk and participate in debate
But miss being in politics to enhance my fate
We always mess with what we miss
And end up destroying our own bliss
We fail to identify what we want
And always in search of what we can’t
The solution is exploit your own talent
Without scrutinizing others and lament
Now, the only thing missing will be the pain
Of the ‘missing syndrome’ again.
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Copyright © Subroto Sinha | Year Posted 2018
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