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.