Thousands of miles away
Meeting in sight no way
Even through half way!
Listening to grandkids talking
Streams of tears roll down
Was it missing them?
When hopes vapourised
Hearts solidified
Happiness is liquefied!
The talk brightens the mood
Lightens the heart
Elevates the spirit!
It is sure, missing them!
Their growing up
Their every step!
Either walking
Or talking
Or anything doing!
Not to miss
Them is a bliss
Which I ever wish!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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