Miss


Mess time
time

Mess time
Is very brief,
I go down-
down-
Find empty seats:
Sit down
down
I Quickly eat,
Without you,
I've none to keep.
Then again,
You ARE still there,
Though my spoon
I do not share.
I lift my head,
You are not there:
Just at your eyes
eyes
In my heart I stare.
I miss your voice, your tender care,
Intelligence and playful dare.
High-fives are never there,
None to even call me "Priya"!

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