Last night, I had a dream.
I was sitting besides
A mirror.
And I was instantly reminded
Of Sylvia Plath’s mirror,
Which was silver and erect
And had no preconception
And only truthful.
Then there is this mirror
Besides me
And I wonder
If only this mirror had
No preconception.
As now days
Mirrors themselves are made
With preconception.
People buy mirror
According to their class.
Also, black colour
Feels shy infront of mirror
And only white is it’s
Favourite.
Unlike Plath’s mirror
Which was unmisted
By love and dislike.
Last night, I had a dream
I was sitting beside a mirror
Which was not like
Plath’s mirror.