The Missing Child

Originally shared by Ifinder Ifindi

The Missing Child

No reason, no dearth for any thing

Feeling Sad and often weepy with hiccups

Don’t know why, though have wings to fly

Missing in a fair, lost the way to Home

Wondering everywhere, away from the Home

Just the Mist in between

The Mist will disappear and appear the Home, clear

On taking up the Meditation, the Divine Light

All the Sad away and ever Happy that come

Let’s Pray, for –

The Missing Child, the Angel of God

Just the Mist in between

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