I cannot Name it

There is something missing 
In those trillion images
Sculpted on the coins and currency notes
Engraved on the letterheads,
On the bills, on the keys and the passports
This is not the one I set out for
Has the heart to buy new abode sold its god?

There is something missing in that baby’s kiss
Innocence-starved,
Filled with friction
Nothing but an electronic smile he floods
His lips and my cheeks
Near and part at once.
Did the womb teach him about bounds and nations?

There’s something missing in my father’s words
Caged in a glassy fence
He embraces the camera
While I cuddle back its lens
I only know him as a combat medic fixed on the tank
His skin and the face in memory lie blurred
Is He only real in the picture?

There is something missing in the sky
Tossing around constellations of drones
Colorless rain is now a parchment torn
Buried miles away from its home
Human lights fly with mighty feathers
Perchance no wings of poesy are left to flutter
Is the banished Sky like the wounded Earth an asylum-seeker?

Paras Ali/2018