I sit in my glass prison
I made for myself
And see her all day
Through what’s mirror
To herself.
Hers are the morning rays
And the yawning daze
The blowing strands
With the evening breeze disturb
That Pensive Face.
Swayed & confused she comes
In front of me
And with all the innocence
Of a dressed little girl
She smiles happily
Unacknowledged & carefree
I stare at that smile
And as the large eyes meet themselves
They go blank
In a while
Raising her delicate fingers
She runs them on the glass
And those blank eyes quietly
Try to seek herself
In the glass.
Right she is
Is what I want to tell
Self is inside her
And not in this
Glass Cell
And one day she will realize
& do what I cannot
And break that mirror
For it is a liar
But I am not
