No mirror, tomorrow.
The shutters opaque and sturdy
swing to and fro, the unfastened hooks
glare on, can’t stand the deafening scare,
I can see the nonagenarian, orthodox
Perform his morning ablutions,
here, the egoistic complex conscious
man of moods, a dandy, hurls
Verbal pyrotechnics at his better half,
Calling bitter half,
Picks up broken pieces of mirror,
tomorrow no mirror to reflect
his customized angst,
no mirror to refract his
compounded gesticulations,
Aquarium tub bespeaks volumes.
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