Mirror
Some days
I feel
Like a
Looking Glass
Broken into
Smithereens
And my image
Multiplied
Into numerous
Little beings
All my clones
That hover like
Drones
As I look around
All over the scene.
I don't fear
The multitude
Of my selfj
And I don't brood
For it's everyone
Placed around
In whom I see
My feeble frown
Nalini
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Nalini. Put the mirror back in place. Wipe the reflected image clean When the sharp and bitter shards Are back, to their golden mean.