Reflection

” When did you enter my mirror?

I can neither see nor grasp

Your reflection in the restless waters.

Hours since, people have gathered

On the front verandah.

The sun has already buried his face

In the evening pillow.

I look for the old silk costume

Of a pala – singer.

In an old wooden chest

I search for dark cymbals, ear rings.

I want to adorn my body,

Paint my face,

But where is the time?

I am yet to confront my failures

People are gone, hours since.

You promised

To come again.

I wait on the river bank.

Stars blink over my head

Below, the dawn breaks.

My shadow in the water

Grows unfamiliar.

When did you enter my mirror? “