Incompleteness

I'm brimming with incompleteness.... The whole of my life is just a mess... I'm missing something but it is strange.... I do not want that for a change ! I'm less than half of fulfilment... I'm immune to the fun element.... There is something that can stop me cry... But as I said,I'll not try....! Let years roll with tear-drops.... Because the Time never stops.... I will endure this futility & pass through... Making incompleteness my virtue....! And by the way some dry plants.... Even grow in desert sands.... So some hope will emerge in my heart.... Like an oasis in the barren desert.... But even if the hope dry.... Does not grow in me,I'll not cry.... I'll try to sustain everything.... Without running for that lure tantalising....!