The Mirror on the Wall
The mirror looked at me
With kindness
That surprised me.
In the corner of the majestic room
Where furniture lay strewn,
Ostensibly attempting to overwhelm the ordinary,
The mirror stood alone.
You could see the world converge,
Yet not your own deep thoughts
That you were running away from.
The platter of fruits,
The unmade bed,
A few clothes disarrayedin the room
Dramatically announcing the
Scene of the night before,
Remain unseen by the shy eyes
Prying into her soul.
The mirror stood silently
In the corner of the room
Covered in layers of dust.
The Wall
The wall protected her. Silently.
From the questioning glances
and angry feet
Stamping her fragile hands.
Blindfolded, she lay suffocating in the dark.
Her cries stifled by the soundproof walls.
None knew that she lay alive
Starved, muted, defeated.
Bejewelled, her bones lay
Cold.
In the glory of the setting sun
That gently lulled her to sleep
Every night,
Religiously,
When the world had even forgotten
Her name.
Chandrani Mukherjee
Chandrani Mukherjee is a passionate teacher. With evolving technology, she has adapted her professional persona but her love for nature is evident in her firm belief in conserving nature. Early morning walks and commute has sensitised her to the need for conscious activism. She works closely with young children to infuse love for nature and build confidence through self expression.