Mirror Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

The surrounding and the whole
world devoured by this frame,
leaving me out of it, hanging
in the dark vacuum.
A mad rush of
Speedy and formless colors
and no colors.
Enveloped in this dark, I just
keep watching the scene there.
It's the world without me
and I've no regrets.
Am a newborn waiting to meet
a planet for me-the first man!
How is that? Who planned it?
Stupid questions!
So exciting is this state!
The mirror slowly began
moving away from me and
then turned in to a faint dot.
No regrets..am, the first man
waiting for my planet.