Vase Poem by Vera Sidhwa

The vase was half empty,
It was half full.
Yet the fresh flowers in it,
Were colorful.


A girl tried to figure out,
The reason for it's flowers'
Numbers,
On their emptiness or fullness,
She had a doubt.


She counted and counted,
Her counting to nothing amounted.
This vase was both,
Empty and full.



The girl in her resignation,
Sat down in front of this vase.
Now she just sat to admire it,
Not to quantify it.


The vase was empty.
The vase was full.
The vase and it's flowers,
Were beautiful.