Poetry

Half and half

NAHID KHAN
I made up stories, made up excuses
There was the need for all those
I wanted to run to you
There was the rain to stop me
Maybe the road mayhem
Or the ranting street Can't remember what it was
Only I know I had to cross a hill
Of half truth to come to you
I made it, finally
Laid my full eyes on you
But you only gave me
Half of your look That sari I chose especially for you
And you only turned to me half the time
To my extended arms you responded
By half a hug
But it was magic when one of your Two hands held one of mine
It didn't feel half any more
Suddenly it was the whole
Of your love
It was beautifully worth the halves.