The Half Filled Glass... - Poem by Prachi Gogte
divided precisely in 2 halves
the empty as neatly empty as the fullness of the filled half
all the water in the full part cant make up for the emptiness in the 2nd half
as a rule, empty takes its place over the filled half
and each time fluid attempts an escape through the miserable vacuum
the vacuum wins a lil more space...
u try n look for an angle
perhaps a settlement
but each time a new line is drawn
the cut is always a precise half
no party accepts any compromise...
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