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