OUT OF MIRROR
Forgotten days repeat
when pebbles strike hard
injured limbs mature
awaiting perfection
while ‘injury’ as bad name
and ‘limbs’ as courageous
not a story of anatomy
my absent-mindedness
affect my faults
even others’ deceptions
to me forgotten
a heightened glory
the next sunrise
discovers me pierced
and to compose my eyes smile.
–NARU MOHANTY