The Missing Piece
The Missing Piece


We were born with a body
And half a soul
With time,
The desire for completion
United us
I didn't realise before
That every piece of the puzzle
Has a single companion
As if one stretched out his arm
Hoping, with faith, that the other holds it firmly
Formerly, so many imperfections
So much negativities, and stress
Life is hard for us, on daily basis
But the one who can convince me
And urge my survival force
It's none other than my reciprocal reflection
In love, in tenderness
No regrets, No obligations
In every angle, my other half