Beholding those two poor children
Sharing a half loaf of bread
I remember those happy moments
Of sharing half of my snacks
With my little sister and
The special drink my mom
Used to make which tasted
Half sweet and half salty.
I still remember the smile
On my mother’s face
When I wore a traditional half-saree
For the very first time
Half blue and half pink in colour.
Now I share these cherished moments
With my better-half
Living in a beautiful half-timbered house
Looking at the half-faded light.
To be more precise, the twilight scenery
With the sun half into the water
A swirl of baby pink and purple
Transfigured the sky
The belt of Venus
Stole my heart
Beholding this Elysian scenery
And the last vestiges
Of the setting sun
I can say half is not always desperate
Sometimes half is beautiful.