What Is Missing?

This child had a happy childhood.
She was the life of neighborhood.
Hers was a broken home.
That home where civil wars were always welcome.
Fights in all permutations and combinations happened.
Being timid by nature, she used to shiver and be frightened.
Her people, her home and all treated her best.
But the girl preferred to stay out the most.
She was the apple of her family’s eye.
Daily battles could see fear in her eye.
She used to bask in their love.
But hated the verbal warfare eruptions and used to grieve.
In this ambiance she grew in to a maiden.
Since then she dreamt of a home filled with peace of heaven.
Her family showered lots of love on her.
But constant tension engulfed her.
All the same she was the happiest.
Family’s love and adoration made her the wealthiest.
This wealth was her most precious treasure.
It was beyond mundane or divine measure.
This maiden wanted marriage since her teens.
She always dreamt of romantic scenes.
This was typical of teen age.
In teens, no girl’s thoughts would be of sage!
Her married-home would give her that peace she longed for.
This thought ruled her dreams over and over.
She did get married; but not in her teens.
As her dreams life was not that green.
Peace was in too much abundance.
That became the cause for her annoyance.
She had an excellent life partner.
But silence at home became a bomber.
Robotic life didn’t appeal.
Pinching herself she would reassure, that was real.
Mornings and evenings remained same.
Her excitement and robust nature started getting lame.
She missed her disturbed (maiden) home’s magic.
Where non-warring hours were sheer fun-n-frolic.
Ambiance was filled with actions and chats…
Electrified atmosphere had so much of life and light.
Her married-home was very perfect.
It moved on well oiled wheels with no defect.
Yet she was restless.
She felt caged and helpless.
Her chirpy nature had no audience.
Mechanical routine gave no chance.
Laugh-at-drop-of-hat started leaving.
Tears were always brimming.
She couldn’t identify her own mirror image.
She was searching for herself of ‘yester age’.
She couldn’t believe herself to be so lifeless.
Where had she lost her liveliness?
She was missing something terribly.
Was it demonstrative love?
Was it happiness?
Was it her maiden home?
Was it her passionate dreams?
She really does not know?!