Miss the time to be shared,
Miss the family to be cared;
Miss the confession to be made,
Miss the foundation to be laid...
Miss the foundation to be laid...
Miss the campaign I never led,
Miss the words I never said;
Miss the needy I never fed,
Miss the mistakes instead...
Miss the moment together,
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...
Miss the mist & the weather;
Miss the bird with the feather,
Miss the Internet to tether...
Miss the team to belong,
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...
Miss the friend who was along;
Miss the group one small,
Miss the eyes which said it all...
Miss the gushing river,
Miss the breezy shiver;
Miss the so dry rain,
Miss the heat & pain...
Miss the toys to play,
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;
Miss the kulfi in a pot of clay;
Miss the bench-mate who copied,
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...
Miss the roommate who stole;
Miss the life I didn't live,
Miss the story & my role...
Do we need a second life to recollect this ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?
Or can we grab this 'was' from the present 'is' ?
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