and a quarter
do not make a whole
only a recipe, for a hole in your soul.
Quarters of self
cut and distributed for spreading joy
when four sets of teeth sink in, ‘Ouch!’
Precisely cut quarters, four
make a perfect whole
Either less or more
is a quarter, no more.
The welcomed quarter
housed in the warmth of your heart, rejoices
The rejected three-quarters
wanders the wilderness, bewildered.
©Shail Mohan 2014