Missing you

I wish to be in the greens
Where the sky kisses the grass
And when the thunderous cloud blows its trumpet
Echoing the ocean’s call in a rumbling tone-
I wish I was there and not alone
Savouring the redolent earth,
Drenched and heady
With Jasmine, and Champak offering their fragrant wine.

They all seem to be a distant cry
Of a world that once was mine.
Time and again the sea with thousand arms
Rushes back to his sandy beach
Hugging her with all his might
How I wish you were here
Taking me in your arms
And holding me tight