But For Your Presence., -Dedicated To My Wife Shanta Ray Poem by Subrata Ray

But for your presence,
How could I have survived.
But for your presence
HowI could have revived,
The dailyslips and lapses,
Of my haggard's stumbling.

But for your presence,
How could I seek remedy,
Of my timeless drudgery,
Cause born dilemma of reasons,
And nowhere whirl winds of my passage.

But for your presence,
How could I depend on unconditional love,
Of a mother to her son or earth to her inmates,
And howcould I have the passport to glide the gates,
Of clumsy taxes and egos,
How could I accept the worth to forgive and forgo.

But for your presence,
How the vacant and dreary world could have a meaning,
In my faith and resolution.
Where no concern but your wish prevails.

But for your presence,
All loves were on give and take -rails,
Blared and grayish in ghostly frails.