where i live
indians use to stay
for short term
two to three years
after which they go
back to india stashed
with hard earned cash
to start out a new life
perhaps never before
imagined possible.
the malaysian miracle
reaches out to them too
however every time one
of them leaves, a piece
of me too goes missing too
the forlorness to see a
man walking with good ideals
suddenly missing on my paths
it is like reading a book
with a page torn and you
never get to know what
ever happens to the character
in those pages
in this case, it is at the back
of the book
you can only wish and
overcome those lingering
feeling of loss by saying
'God please bless Him.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet, John. Yes, we all know that feeling of someone 'missing' from passing us on daily rounds.