Not All Ends

by Kingshuk Chakraborty

As I look at the mirror

Push myself up at the crest,

Slip down along the wave

Into the darkness

Screaming....

My imperfection,

My failed existence,

My infertile tree,

Bare body

Searching to blossom again

Crying in pain,

Still could not be thrown into the grave.

You know why?

My kind mirror knows the secret lamp

To light me up again

For plying the paddle

That a lonely sailor had forgotten

That he ever had,

Broken in endless battles.

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