The Feeling Of Missing Out

By Ishita Bora

Those laughs I’ll truly miss

And the grief of missing out

Spars up anxiety and stress

And decisions impossible to keep abreast

Those moments I’d cherish

If I’d be potentially present

Are far from the stories heard

From the one’s with accent

Those days I’d brim over with happiness

And swim to the shore of every horizon

Keep me worried for the days I’d miss

Those seconds I’d feel from the gut

And would remember for years

I’m goanna miss them, and,

All I’ll be left with will be tears.

By Ishita Bora