Mirror Poem by Neha Bansal

Removing the layers of make-up

I wear to the sets of movies

where I now play sometimes a sister

and sometimes a teary eyed mother

to the same male stars I have danced

with around trees, under the water falls,

gyrating my then thin waist

to the beats of a typical Bollywood song

but a few years ago

I see those half hidden dark spots

and the unwieldly crow's feet that

crinkle the side of my tired eyes

that no longer twinkle as they used to.



-Neha Bansal