(104) Mirrors

(104) Mirrors



What do you call those white-glazed tiles?
Shiny , resplendent in the bath-room,
be friended by the showers of the oval-shaped bath tub?
reflected and refracted by the Belgium white mirrors,
as candid and as outspoken as the innocent children:
The bordering wooden frame nailed to the walls
forcibly yet protect the mirrors.
The mirrors sympathize like a generous lord:
You give a congenial smile,
 they are equally reciprocal,
your friendly warm laughter
doubled up by the pearly teeth,
doubled before you, definitely not dubious,
your spotted white garment
conspicuous before you, guilty,
gains at your carelessness,
your dyed hair,yet,reminds the fact,
age has indeed withered you,
you are conscious of your image,
you hold your four year old baby,
the chiselled creamy set of teeth,
embodies perfection and purity
as pure as raining droplets,
the splash of water drops in the mirror,
the nasty feel of belligerent scoop
of cockroaches, nibbling insects and pests
A blurred visibility, why this intrusion?
We are the exclusion with our carelessness.