It’s not in my darkest hour…
Or not when things turn sour…
That I miss thee…..
It’s after I have pushed myself through the dark…
And I am singing like a lark…
It’s when I have braved the falls...
And I am standing at a peak tall…
When the first drops of sweet rain…
After a severe draught fall…
When I want to feel human…
And people feel so small….
When I want to shout out my heart loud…
In the middle of a crowd….
When I hear a beautiful symphony…
When I have a warm cup of tea…
When I drink lovely whiskey…
When I am feeling truly free….
When I am laughing hysterically….
When I am singing joyfully….
When I am dancing freely….
When I am loving truly…..
When I am walking dreamily…
When I am looking at the mountains…
When I am drinking the sea….
When I can see what they can’t…
And I know only you would see….
When I am at the top of the world alone….
And they are all below me….
It's in my glee, in my glee, in my glee,
That I miss thee, I miss thee, I miss thee.
(Image Courtesy: Richa Bhake)
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