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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