It Is Always A Half Life Poem by Nilamadhab Kar

It is always a half life
Whichever way you live

One side of the coin only,
One at a time
Half full or half empty
Half baked or burnt

You can always search
Some emptiness, and find it
When and where
Everything seems full

And in vast oceans
With drowned horizons
Islands you can find
Sunny and dry

Below the surface
Of laughter and bloom
It may be damp and dim

Behind the drops of tear
Rays of hope may lie

It is always a half life
Whichever way …
You decide to live