Broken Scratches

 

I stare  within the panes

That alienate ftom my innerself

With what the world knows

To find multiple fragments of me

Cracked on an intact mirror

The rough cracks I feel on mirror

Are in fact only mine ..

A dispersed beam ftom behind

Glitters on my imperfections

And there is a rainbow without a cloud

Or  without a drop of rain.

I pick my broken bits from ground

To realize that the mirror is a mirage

That progresses with every stride of mine

For as often as always

I have chiseled myself with scratches

The world marvels at the dazzle

But disapproves the pain of crack.

 

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