What I miss

May be you will cry
My intention is not so to do
But my pen is missing its portion
I should be writing in unison to or with someone
May be for someone
May you please listen to this

My page is a stream
The ink is painting all of it
Not adhering to the limits
It is stepping all over and above the lines
A torrent fell from my eyes
Spreading it all over
I wish you will see the words
Oh! May be you will see the tears

I do not know your name
May be I know
My intention is not to write metaphors
Poems like creepers
My inner atom happens to shed
It misses something
This is a flatter
You beautify mother earth
Me too