By Pankaj Bora
You have stolen a part of me
or i gave it to you?
Confused!
Sure is one thing
that i am not full now,
apparently half.
Whatever i do now
is half.
I feel half while others
at fullest.
I cry half
Whenever i laugh.
Intrests are half,
half is willingness to live.
Happiness has forgotten me,
crossed by enthusiasm.
Wonder
could that part be retrieved,
or it's gone forever.
Can't afford now
give anyone the half left with.
That half was stolen or given?
Still confused!
But does not bother me anymore.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma'
😍 feeling delighted
Can relate to this reluctance to be fully happy about things
Absolutely love the structure you used for this poem.