Something Is Missing

I think I have lost something

And I am sure it is missing

The other day I was searching for the thing called JOY.

The last time I saw it when I was an innocent child, dreamy and coy.

Maybe I lost it when I was busy racing with others, I won the race but I lost it to myself.

May be I lost it when I was busy meeting their expectations I gave up and I lost it to themselves.

Or may be when I was trying to prove my point to the insane people I know,

Or May be when they won over me and gave me a hard blow.

Still, searching I looked out the window, I saw my child getting wet in rain, splashing muddy puddles she was all filthy and stained.

Calling me through the window I went up to her frowning but I slipped down and I wish I could be saved from this drowning.

With two broken tooth she laughed at my plight helpless me I laughed along comedies do happen in tragedies I realised.

Pointing to the prismatic rainbow above she was overfilled with joy.

Ahaa, I think I find that thing which I lost when I was an innocent child dreamy and coy.

Looking at the beautiful colours arching through the shiny sky she swings.

And everyday she teaches me to find joy in small things.