You step inside the mirror, fresh, smiling, grey sideburns
music playing on phone; soon it changes into a heavy fog,
you
wander off in that dim region of undulating paths and bridges,
outlined against a shivering curtain of blankness,
a ghost
shrouded by the grey cloak; mingling with insubstantial shadows.
Few minutes later, you step out of the same mirror
only to stare back at a reflection in that foggy mirror,
a stranger, hollow-cheeked, empty-eyed,
looking back, as the bell rings.
Sunil Sharma
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