Mirror Tale Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

Checkered shirt
Buttoned tight gripping the neck
Squared body with gorgeous black
I feel suffocated.

Muffled voices
As cows cud crisp corns
Crouched in poodles of blood
My limbs get numb

Wet newspaper lying unread
Under the weight of empty coffee cups
Headlined; “Headless America heading for heaven”
Who are the unfortunate people?
My head down in shame

Squeezed frame
In the polished rectangle of glass
Stands short leaning against the void
Boiling within is the Sisyphean chants
My heart is about to burst;

Peace; where are you?