For Him.

Babes

I hope you have reached safe n sound

And parked yourself on happier grounds

I write to you from a clueless town

I have no idea why I frown

Probably because I am missing you

Perhaps you should have left a residue

Of your singing heart and your dancing soul

Your skin, your pores or your magic moles

To help me survive this boring week

Without the much-needed dose of mischief

I wonder why I did not keep

A part of you, that would help me sleep

Like your arm, your palm, your lips, your tongue

Your chest, your breath, or just one of your lungs

But I shall try and not dissect

the anatomy of the man you make

'Cause the man you make is a rare find

The whole of you makes one of a kind!