She looks into the mirror poem Alok Mishra


She bends
to see what rubbed her bare foot
and picks the petal of that broken rose.

She walks
close to that mirror
and observes her ‘another’ self.

She blushes
as touches her lips, cheeks and nose.
She looks into her eyes and faces ‘her’.

She smiles
as she blows that petal away
and mutters some secret mantra.

She showed
the mirror to a mirror today and was happy as ever!