What did I miss while writing this piece?
I looked at the blue sky, a red flower in the garden,
and the beautiful sea,
but I missed you, all the colors of my heart.

What did I miss while writing a song?
Was it a sweet lullaby that has gone now?
But if you ask me what I miss all the time,
It's a churning tune of the piano that lurks to fit into my writing piece.

Abiding by these feelings while writing,
I strive to write more to find what I'm searching for,
And in the rhythm of verses, I see my yearning disperse!
©shivpoetesspriya