Two doves, soaring through the sky;
Two hearts, intertwined;
Two bodies, one soul;
Two bodies, one goal.
Often I look up in the night;
Watch the stars floating by;
And think about you mother all throughout;
The one who gave my wings and helped me sprout.
Bawling, crawling, crying on the floor;
Then trying to walk yet falling once more;
Then in a uniform, shirt tucked, ready to go;
And then running to office, to and fro.
Still however, even then;
I’d watch the stars go through heaven;
Think about you, your love, your laugh;
And remember how I am not one, but half.
By Saanya Verma