The Precise Love

Thy life is my world,

Thy soul embraces me the most.

Amid your weary day,

I still gaze at the sweet smile. 

We stumble, we fail, we overcome,

To gain that confidence lost before.

Not, that life has been treated with its harshness,

Yet, waiting to embrace thy soul.

As our fates have been resigned,

Who cares, I might not wake up tomorrow?

Or who shall adore the dead carcass,

When it would be thrown in a smelly piglet!

Galvanizing, at your whisky smiles,

For it cherished my heart.

As every instant with you was written before,

Shouldn't you live for me, to the fourth? 

By ink of the pen

Subhajeet Patra.

To my half one. 

The hidden part of me...