Something about myself, to be identified in the world...
Not to see you is an eye sore,
Watching the gate all day,
Wondering when you’ll walk past it
Not to hear you
Like a deserted village, after a storm
All silence, all quiet
Not to feel you,
Hands seem to have no purpose to being
Just dead without meaning
Not to inhale your fragrance
Is breathlessness,
Even air can’t quench
And not to love you
Will make me the idiot
Not to realize it all…
posted by Dyson Misquita @ 4:41 PM
I Dyson, I am a Homoeopath, pursuing my Masters in Health Administration in the Tata Institute of Social Sciences, Mumbai My Dad has a restaurant in Panaji called MISKI and also a new establishment called MISKI COMMERCIAL SERVICES, my Mom also helps in the business and I have a brother who has graduated in IHM, and a sister who is doing Air and Travel management. I am kinda a happy go lucky person who loves to research about things on the net, I study about health and especially interested in HIV awareness, Rural Health & Elder Care. I love spending time all alone with my self quietly, and get my thoughts on the paper, i have included some of them in the blog Pls feel free to interact with me for any kind of help or correspondence
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