Life

Everything is present in my entity

Except for your warmth,

Yet thou are not giving that sympathy

To know your earth.

It will be my pleasure

If you give me your identity,

I do not want you to lose your temper 

Upon my destiny.

I want your success in my forthcoming period

In which I will be a part,

You may not feel hatred

As I will try to be apart.

Every quatrain of life is precious,

Yet the couplet comes as it is suspicious.