
Plethora
You have so many mirrors
in your room
to make sure you don’t miss
any infinitesimal change occurring
on your body, your eyes
look into the mirrors
which refuse to do their job
as if they don’t talk to you anymore
and you pace in and out of doors
in your frustration
what else can one expect of mirrors
indifferent to your wishes
as if shutting their eyes before
your ethereally aged body