My dreams
-the thin straws
at which I was clutching
They couldn't bear my weight
and broke inevitably,
putting my feet
on terra firma,
which is the harsh reality.
-the mirror.
I saw my reflection
and decorated it with
my imagination.
Now I face a mirror cracked
pick up the pieces
The reflection gone -
I remain, as I always was.
-a crystal vase in my hand
catching the light
of the sun
Sending myriad colored rays
dazzled my eye.
It too is broken
and the light is grim again.
- by Vandana Kumar
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