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my window grill at midnight,
the midwinter chill
pinpricked my pores,
I opened my hair and
went to the terrace
without any woolens,
everything was half at the moment,
my half-lived life
my studies not been full
even my dreams half-buried under
the half formed snow.
But the fullness of my being
is ready for full encounter
my pride is full
my desires are full
full is my body and mind,
the sky above is always full
my efforts, however, are not so.
When my love whispers from afar
with full-throated glee
half-joking, half-serious:
Should everything be half,
I said no, the half will be double
come let's make the world full together
no belly will be half full
no sleep shall be marred
by half dreams broken into doom
The hemispheres are we
we will join the spheres and
make the earth fulfil herself.
Sabita Sahu
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