What is Missing?

What do you miss,

That something really deep down,

Was it the one which is lost,

Or something yet to be found.

The old creaky front door,

Or the dilapidated window sill,

Could it be the crayon colored scenery?

Of the sun rising between V-shapes of hill.

Or is it the homework,

Ready after you've sacrificed the sharp pencil,

And the inherited books you now own,

After a line of the smarter elder siblings.

But didn't you make peace,

With the past days, the bygones,

Didn't you promise yourself,

This ‘newbie’ something of your own.

That promise to go on,

Far, far into the wild, the unraveled

Choosing every time and always

That road the one ‘less traveled’.

But oh dear,

Midst these pathways,

In moving on and moving now,

You might end up reading,

“The Postmaster”, once again, somehow.

Its okay my friend, I guess,

To dive back into those times,

When eyes lit up with curiosity,

Guessing why the temple bell chimed.

When you’d show-off,

The new word you learnt in class,

Saying something on the dinner table,

That is completely off the brass.

Or…

Again now??

Okay!! I am coming back,

Picking up this text book of mine,

For there are mines to be explored,

And something new to determine.

And yes there are some

Untouched dreams to live

Adventures not yet dealt.

New steps ready to be tripped.

Tunes yet to be composed,

Music yet to be heard

Ink yet to be used,

Dances yet to be rehearsed.

New flowers yet to bloom,

There is a sun yet to rise,

One more night yet to come by,

Before I’ll need it to summarize.