Missing Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

One who misses a lilac forever
Perhaps misses the bloom entire
Grieving over missing is human to the core
And that is what makes meeting so special and dear
Setting out with zest marks benediction
Aware of hurdles, fire and brimstone
Subtle whisperings, insinuations, drawn out daggers hidden
The pilgrim proceeds undaunted, blissfully serene
And his destination greets him as a genuine hero solemn
He can afford to forget whatever he missed:
The halls decorated or grandiose shows magnificent
As this forgetting brings him the pure joy of fulfillment