Norway

I packed up my bags, My shoes, my clothes, My toiletries. Packed everything I needed For my holiday To Norway. My mind was set So was my mood To have a great time. But when I boarded The plane, something Wasn’t right, as if Something was missing. I had taken all caution And a lot of care to see That nothing goes wrong And yet, somehow I knew, Something didn’t feel right. I checked all over again Did a memory drill of my mind To see what was missing. But it didn’t have a clue Despite being so pragmatic, And ‘right’ in all its social codes. Politically correct, that’s what they say, When the mind “knows it all” Yet I knew it didn’t know, What was missing, what was so wrong About not having it with me. I delved deep inside my feelings…. Then did I fathom what was missing, Without which I felt so empty and inept. Yes, I packed all what I could take with me Yet, my heart remained to be with thee…. And so I left my heart, that wouldn’t budge No matter where I went, it always had to Holiday with thee, never wanting to come with me.