Missing. Poem by Subrata Ray

Pleasing memories conscious pangs,
While we miss a friend, itself hangs.
The breathing suspense for a poke,
Waits a witless wait of sudden hope.

The abstracts realities, -the governing spirits,
In lonely –melancholy urge the unasked greets,
For, heart given and taken, stolen or snatched,
Cries and wails, rolls and tolls, to be matched.

Often to be enhanced and liberated,
We search and search a greater mate,
Never by wealth or possession we do rate,
But, the state of a friend’s feeling hooks secret.

A moment’s acquaintance unlocks the hidden door,
The mirroring of beings, feelings’ hankering, more and more,
Please to tease, please to cease, the taxed mind’s invisible sores.