The Way Of My Life Poem by BIBHAKAR DUTTA

The way of my earlier life
Left behind my past,
Was enough
To confer my love.
My love is now haggish,
And I am an ungracious.

Pride, emotion, affection
Are formless without very perfection.
To mold my love again
May become shameful and vain.
Time is indomitable,
But I've been given;
I've been dignified with so many opportunities.
I am just a failure to control my fate, my love, and its necessities.

I just want to express
my regard to you, oh! beloved-
I need to extend the time
to solve the repugnance
chapter of this life.
Believe me, end will become blissful and destroy the grief.