Sunday, 5 May 2013


I gave him a Mirror
Clean, bright, shining
I could see my face and bright eyes
My smile reflecting on its surface

He splashed black all over it
Greased it with bright blood
Smeared ash of innocence over that
Then slashed bright orange and green dreams

The spectators oohed and awed
What a marvelous piece of art?
We have not seen anything so spectacular
For how much we could have this please?

His triumphant smile told me
 “See, a piece of glass minting money”
My heart screamed silently at him
“But I could no longer see me on it…”
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