Half Full Or Half Empty Poem by S.D. TIWARI

You may say Humpty is half without Dumpty,
but a glass is filled with air, even looks half empty.
Whoever looks across, from bottom or from the top;
can't judge the glass, whether full or half.

The countrymen miss the wide roads,
tall buildings, amusement parks and many more.
There are birds, plants, animals, farms or butterflies;
where filler of their emptiness of this passion, lies.

Part of life may look empty, though it is filled.
Thoughts, ideas, worries, woes, joy might be reeled.
Activities are filled in one's day, for bread, butter, cream.
But can't say nights empty, full of sleeps and dreams.

I prefer to have my glass, always half empty;
who knows, may fall to fill, better one, something.

(C) S. D. Tiwari