From The Heart

Misery In Treasury When I reached the  College gate that evening  I realised actually,  something is missing  I stopped for a while  in the midst  As I looked down  at my wrist  I went back to search for  the watch I lost in the frost  I wanted it back  at any cost  I felt that I had committed a crime  But I couldn't find the watch  As like 'some past time'  It was not an  expensive gift, rather  An accumulated love  & feelings of my father  It had been nine years  I kept it close to my heart  With a vow to preserve it  Till my soul departs  Back at home,  I was hunched  But entered my room  My Father saw my wrist  & asked about it soon  I said him sorry  With eyes down there  Then explained how I  Lost it somewhere But he didn't show any scars on his face  The sense of loss  was so hard to trace  He then showed me my reflection  In the glowing mirror  &