The Mirror Poem by Rajib kayastha

THE MIRROR


By Rajib kayastha



Is so long....
The train
Is faster and no compare is to be

In my compartment a tiny box
Peeping out of the window it's raining with full of race

I got
The old man and the sea
The old man just have lighten his brown cigar and smiled miles the sea

He's staring at me through smokes like never before
have i met him?
i questioned myself doing lost in his blue eyes

And the sound from his throat letting me aware of my existence at his age

Blind and pure my fingers
I caught by sight of
Night outside are flash back not always but a tempted
in dark run like over sketches and melting
Blindness...