Shaving Glass Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Shaving Glass



A look at the shaving mirror
And I remember
The face of the one that went before me
The hand that held the razor
Warm breath that fogged the glass
Same spot where he stood
Seems a moment yet gone for good!

Monday, December 12, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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