Mirror Hues

                                                photo courtsey - subrata gangopadhyay

Shreds of mirror lay shattered,

The tale of my love they do speak

Every other piece whines in misery,

For every other piece has its tale.

Bleed would your flesh at the touch of which ;

Such is its edge , so mystifyingly deep !

My hands on this shred tremble for your touch,

To hug him tight does my bosom crave .

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-soon to be part of an anthology-