The Missing Piece

Life is like a jigsaw puzzle where you try to connect

To form a perfect picture out of what you reflect

Solve the puzzle with mysteries a few
where each of the pieces leads to the next clue

So many pieces, too many to know...

How would they fit, where would they go...

Neither you are aware of the number of parts
Nor the final picture till the pieces stay apart

Some are hard to find, some are already there...
Some fit in the right place, some you have to spare...

I was there but not the way you wanted me to

You tried to bend and squeeze me to fit in to

Too much demands to handle, that’s where it started out

You have thrown me away with your confusion and doubt

My body is tattered, my soul torn apart

You should have realized it hurts me from the start

No matter how you mend there is always an empty space

It is the same puzzle but with a different pace

I am nothing but the missing piece

Once tried to make your life at ease

Insignificant I may seem yet my purpose was far from it

Without me, your picture remains incomplete.

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