Of all the reasons I miss you..
Here is one..
The love, affection and joy..
You bought were second to none..
I was a chained bird..
Dreaming of the sky..
Trapped in the terminal of people..
Leaving it alone..
Waiting for it to reach its inevitable end.
It must have made you terribly sad..
The freedom of that bird..
Was the only thing that you heard..
All you did..
Understood that lonely bird..
Taught it to fly..
And inspired it to dream again..
Sometimes you felt for the bird..
And wrote those feelings..
In form of those beautiful songs..
An impulse for it to stay strong.
The bird flew..
Reached the zenith of the sky..
But missed those beautiful errands..
In its every flight..
Of all the things that I want to give you.
Is the gift of words..
Your own words..
Your way of noticing
And saying plainly
Of not moving back to hurt..
Just moving with the flow..
You have offered them to me..
In the form of memories..
I am only giving them back..
In a song which will rhyme till eternity..