Miss Something Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I am blank wall
Nothing to receive as call
You can paint any impression
It is waiting for relation

In my school days
I had no option or ways
Parents were poor and needy
But were simple and not greedy

They gave me everything I wanted
Else I might have been shunted
For the want of books and school fees
They acted as giant tree

I applied for some concession
They had power in possession
I was given little consideration
Parents had so much excitation

Even though I was bright in studies
The needs were growing daily
The sky seemed so vast and big in size
My desires grew in proportion and attempted to seize

I have everything
But miss something
Parents are no more to see my growth
They have met with cruel death