Who is he, whom I miss a lot?

Oh God, I am helpless…helpless in a way that

I found myself sitting lonely on the river bank

The currents were seemed to be concerned

Concerned currents queried about my pain

I told in docile voice that I miss him a lot

Oh God, I am helpless…helpless in a way that

I found myself walking across the paddy fields

On the way, I met the wind who was worried

I could see a deep pause in wind’s passing sound

I consoled wind by telling that I miss him a lot

Oh God, I am helpless…helpless in a way that

I didn’t find it worthy to go out and enjoy nature

I preferred to stay inside the four walls of my home

I myself was confused, what made me sit inside like this

My answer to me was so clear that miss him a lot

Oh God, I am helpless…helpless in a way that

I found myself facing a lot of questions from others

From the water currents, wind and my own soul

The question was same…who is he whom I miss….

My answer is clear…it is him….My love and life