With that broken mirror,my faint feflection
Shattered among those dreams.
Grey images smelt of the oil on canvas
and the painter looked at me, shivering.
Few minutes before, I was off from the dream
All images were a unified single.
reminding me of the mist
that once enveloped my eyes. And again!
Those dreams were sweet,
With multiple colours they whirled
Leading me to another
vague corridor.
Let that broken image
Come out of the mirror
and cry like a new born
with wonder in its eyes.
Sandeep Sudhakaran
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