December has gone, long ago, and I am alone once more because you have turned…
to see what rubbed her bare foot
and picks the petal of that broken rose.
close to that mirror
and observes her ‘another’ self.
as touches her lips, cheeks and nose.
She looks into her eyes and faces ‘her’.
as she blows that petal away
and mutters some secret mantra.
the mirror to a mirror today and was happy as ever!