Razor Poem by Vera Sidhwa

A razor cut me softly.
I did not know why.
I kept thinking,
No answer, no reply.


A razor cut me sharply,
I did not know why.
I kept thinking and thinking,
No answer, no reply.


A razor cut me splendidly.
I did not know why.
I kept up my thinking,
No answer, no reply.


This razor queried me,
Didn't I know why.
Why did my thinking,
Lead to no reply?


This razor of my heart,
Knew my various moods.
This razor could clearly see,
That the razor was evidently me.