Half Of Her Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

I am shocked, looking at your half face,
When I water the plants on the roof top,
Where the roses get toasted under hot sun.

Lemon basil has the great smell, beside,
Odorless pretty hibiscus, the jasmines,
Are yet to release their buds, the palms are quiet.

When I gaze at the sky, you look at me with your one eye,
The other half nowhere around,
Ditch or which side of the shadow,

Cover your reflecting fragment notes,
Always borrow and steal from someone,
And You are too smart to call it your own,

I am desperate to find your other side,
I am worried it could be kept in the dungeon,
That has the tasteless smell, strewn with fast food,

Boxes and not cleanly licked plastic spoons and chicken,
I am too exhausted looking for your other half,
that hides the secrets of your tired soul,

I would want to remove this veil,
And keep you in the strategic pail,
To collect and refill the elixir of love,

But you face someone mouth to mouth,
On the twenty eighth day....
Unashamedly return to me,

Gradually showing your faithless face,
with borrowed and stolen reflecting lights,
to steal the hearts of human and brutes.