In our absence

Poetry of two

Winter came and tore me into two.
Your half love tore me into two.
Two poets are torn into two.

Where is the beginning and end of this partition?

Where can you find me now?
Where can I not write my poems?

Who is to read this relic?
Who is to not understand love?

We are incomplete in our appearance.
We could be something in our absence.

Vaishali Paliwal