I stop, when I try to write
You beat with my heartbeat
You run in my every pulse of blood
So how can I write, I miss you

Whether I am imaging, sleeping,
Or what ever I am doing
Everywhere I feel alone
So what I say, I miss you

I meet, when I sleep
I see, when I read
I feel, when I breathe
I laugh, when I think
So I miss you every time of my breath….

I meet you
I feel you
I touch you
I talk you
But in reality
I just miss you.

By-Sangita Khanal
Kathmandu, Nepal