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That missing love from my heart
That glass like hopes which broke into parts
I remember all of it, from the end to start
Wished that life could have been a better tart

That missing dream from my mind
Which make me break and I declined
I yearn for the times I was defined
Now its all bad, I can see but I’m blind

That missing knowledge from my brain
That incomplete ones which gave me strain
I wish I could gather some more again
These aren’t the monsoons, this is mere rain

That missing strength from my soul
That weak person who was once very buol
I long for what played an important role
But still I’ll strive to be better on the whole