Stop and stare
At the mirror
Is it the same reflection
When you were guilty?
The guilt raised the voice,
“I am not guilty
Of the old sin
Cemented with heavy bricks
Of the cold war.”
Stop and stare
At the water
Is it as blue as
When you first dipped
Your hands into the colour?
The water filled with despair
Singing the old song
Waving in the rhythm
To show the denial
Of the discolouration.
Stop and stare
At the eccentric world
Are they as epic as
The centric ones.
Running from the limelight
To cool down
The guilt inside
Craving to be candid
With the leisures of life!
Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar
Personal photo taken by me in Mumbai, staring and imagining the world around!
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