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Now I Miss Them

Updated on June 26, 2017
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Now I Miss Them

They never gave a damn look into my eyes,

How these same guys take pains to see me !


If they had their way, they would wipe me out,

How frequently do they knock at my door now !


How the coin dazzles and hides sins behind !

Stabbed in my back, they've come closer now.


Seen enough of spring, the tree is silent now ,

With time, my rage has also vanished away.


The spring walks with her basket of flowers,

Lovers giggle and nudge to tease each other.


Moments begin to torment, sleep ditches me,

How I miss them now, who have forgotten me !


© Harish Mamgain












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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Glad you liked this stuff, Devika. Thank you for visiting this hub and presenting you nice thoughts.

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      Devika Primić 5 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

      Great expressions on such emotions. You shared the true meaning of life.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Yes Shaloo, what more can I add to the sane advice " forget and forgive ". Life is much much more a big thing to celebrate than focus on some trivial past. Thank you so much for you kind words.

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      Shaloo Walia 5 months ago

      I have experienced all this not long ago and lost quite some sleep over it. Forget and Forgive is the best solution. Nice poem!

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Thank you Larry for reading and commenting. I love your presence on any of my hubs.

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      Larry Rankin 5 months ago from Oklahoma

      Very engaging.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Thank you Gypsy for you kind visit and nice comments.

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 months ago from Riga, Latvia

      A most emotional poetic journey.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Charmaine, life is an experience and looking into its interesting turns gives one a kind of amusement. I try to put all that onto paper. Thank you for putting up your thoughtful comments here.

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      Threekeys 5 months ago from Australia

      Poetry is a beautiful vehicle to express our feelings both on the joyous side and on the side of our pain. Thank you for the journey of your heart in a moment of time.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Yes John, your words are true. One of my best friends used to define these emotions as " cynical knots " in the mind that people harbour against their adversaries, and these are never untied openly.

      Though such hidden emotions cannot or shouldn't be told to the persons as affronts , yet such tides keep arising in one's mind. Thank you for you visit and insightful comments.

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      John Hansen 5 months ago from Queensland Australia

      This verged on the darker side of the emotions Harish. We need to vent these feelings from time to time and poetry is a wonderful vessel for doing that. Good job.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Yes, you are right Hari. However, the right course is to forgive and move on with our life, as we cannot wipe everything off our mind. Thanks for visiting and commenting on this hub.

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      Hari Prasad S 5 months ago from Bangalore

      We never are able to forget the most unforgivable...don't know why they remain etched...

      Nice poem Harish jee.

      - hari

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      So true ! Venkatachaari M, you caught it right. Isn't it so funny that guys quickly change color like a chameleon ? Glad that you liked this stuff. Thanks for you kind visit and nice comments.

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      Venkatachari M 5 months ago from Hyderabad, India

      A good portrayal of the sorrowful emotions and moments of life. It is natural that the same people blame and praise somebody for their own selfish motives or enjoyment. It happens with anybody.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Dear brother manatita, youth is really a wonderful phase ! I was thinking about peace but encountered another thought. This poem is the outcome of that stray thought. After all, our life is all about light and shadow. Thanks for putting up such insightful comments. All peace brother !

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Yes Eric, time alters everything. With passing years, we get into the mould of more tolerance and peace. Thanks for presenting your thoughtful comments.

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      Harish Mamgain 5 months ago from India

      Bill, who needs love ardently but the guys who have undergone great suffering. This is all around and what we see or hear , it all becomes obvious to all. This is all about how exactly the world behaves. I love your kind presence here. Thank you.

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      manatita44 5 months ago from london

      Haha.

      Great and thoughtful poetry.

      O youth, lend me thine ear.

      where is that exuberance of yesteryear? The hands dance in

      disharmoy and the drinks spill.

      Bind me with the fire of your zest and take from me this sluggard ways.

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      Eric Dierker 5 months ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      I get these phone calls. They knock at my door. I think that I did not like it. Now I do.

      That is good.

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      Bill Holland 5 months ago from Olympia, WA

      A dark, painful poem....personal experience? We all, I believe, at one time have felt such pain. Well done!