A Lost Half

 

 

Crystallised feelings

zero down my mind,

Thoughts go astray

rumbling a few lines

unexpressed, I wade

through several faces, words,

To find that half

that was lost,

somewhere deserted

in green times;

No wonder my grandma

chaste and pure

murmured in her

half-awake state:

"I have seven children;

for what?"

and then she died.

What is this all about?!

 

 GEETA VARMA