Reflections Poem by Anita Sehgal

Images reflected on the smooth glass windows as people rush past.

Images of people talking and laughing or gazing silently into space as the train screeches through a tunnel.

Eyes avoid eyes but stare at each other freely in their reflections
to see them vanish in no time.

If I could look at the world through the reflection
Would it be any different?

For it would not be clothed in flesh and blood
Nor emotions woven in its every wrap and weft.

Or like a ghost hovering over live bodies
But no, for they still have the leftover impact of flesh and blood.

But a reflection- immaculate, untouched, virgin
As real
But without the angst of being human!