In Pursuit Of Bliss Poem by Soma Mukherjee

Looking for a little girl
Has anyone seen her?
A beautiful soul, indomitable spirit
Are you sure you haven’t seen those eyes
Full of warmth, mischief, innocence
Those ever smiling lips full of
Poetry and stories and some really tall tales

The girl who just had to climb small trees because they were there
The girl who would climb a wall fence because the boys were doing so
The girl who would soak her body and soul in that first rain every year
The girl who loved to Jump in puddles and play with pebbles and sand
The girl who bought in a cat, a dog and then some more cos they were out in the sun or in rain

The girl who would pretend to be a teacher, give an ‘A’ to all her friends and ‘z’ to the ones who made fun of her and then laugh imagining how they would react

Never seen such a soul, really?
Let me try again

The girl who would share her most precious belongings with someone she liked, but won’t give even a small useless piece of pencil to people she didn’t

The girl who would love you with her life but touch her belongings without asking and she would put highest note of opera to shame

The girl whom every one called a rebel
The girl who was not so girl like
The girl whom every one tried to teach some manners
A girl with lot of half read books, a box full of broken toys,
Some pebbles and feathers in a box kept away from knowing eyes,
An imaginary companion right by her side all the time

Please tell her a woman is looking for her
Tell her the woman wishes the girl was here
Like the sun, like the moon, like the seasons
Like the shadow

That the woman regrets not having spent enough time with the girl
That she gave up on her too soon, and betrayed and traded the bliss and laughter for something so inane
To be someone she doesn’t know
To be someone she doesn’t understand
Tell her…..

I miss you little girl and I am going to get you back.