Her Shards Of Mirror
She was a mirror that reflected:
Vastness of universe with brevity,
The genuine innocence of humanhood,
The skylarking, the blurred reality.
But substantial little blows,
From time and from people,
Shattered her into fragments;
The impact she couldn’t grapple!
Her cheeks lost their hue ,
Her eyes : the streak of zest ;
Those dark spots of her sockets,
Offered glimpses of her wreak.
Though shattered but not fragile,
She picked up her every shard,
Assembled herself with bare hands,
Yet never let down her guard.
Her hands trickled crimson red,
Which she rubbed on her cheeks;
Unbeknownst to world she bled,
Who thought she blushed in glee
Steadily, she gathered herself,
And held onto that faint hope:
“I will be a mirror once again.”
Bu was now a kaleidoscope!