Sonal Singh On Sonal's Table
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In the shards of the mirror
Strewn around me,
I see life scattered
Peeking furtively
From the jagged rims.
I see instances
And I see incidents,
Some long forgotten
Some fresh
Peeping from the corners.
Like life, the shards too struggle
Do they not?
At a semblance of normalcy.
They sidle up to each other
A futile attempt at solidarity.
Alas! They fail.
Punctured as they are
By the slivers of silica
Much like ego and doubt
That perforate us.
