By Manya Sharma
This mirror and my soul,
Two feet apart.
Wanting to see this mirror break,
Wanting to witness the asymmetrical art.
Oh! I see the pieces reflecting the light.
This asymmetrical art, a pleasant sight !
I wonder, ""What if I was still that broken mirror, pretending to be fixed?""
Then this mirror and my soul would be two feet apart.
Trying to love the mirror fixed,
Trying to love the symmetrical art.