Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Missing Someone.

Why do we actually miss someone?
Is it because we are forced with gun?
Some relationship has just begun?
Or someone’s doing it just for fun?

Why do we actually miss someone?
So relationships go on for long run?
Or something’s still yet to be done?
Is it because he is her favorite son?

Why do we actually miss someone?
Because you hit him with spray gun?
Or is it because he hit a home run?
Or he saved her from a machine gun?

Why do we actually miss someone?
It is because he offered a cream bun?
You gave him the value of metric ton?
Or because you never had a bad run?

Why do we actually miss someone?
Is it because he is your one, someone?
Is it ‘cause she’s yours, you tell no one?
Or because he didn’t lie, under the sun?

Why do we actually miss someone?
He helped you on the job, got it done?
She helped with the problems, a nun?
For your love under the midnight sun?

Why do we actually miss someone?
Or because he said things with a pun?
Or you just didn’t want her to shun?
Or for his superb act for an end run?

Why do we actually miss someone?
Is it because of his splendid dry run?
Or because she too loves the race, F1?
Is it so that he let win, and never won?

Why do we actually miss someone?
It is because he has a Maruthi Zen?
His house is clean, tidy unlike a Den?
Or he works for the queen, in Big Ben?

Why do we actually miss someone?
It is because our heart is truly won!
It has been really long and overdue,
Talk to me, just between me and you.

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