Remya Sasindran - - Reflections -

reaching out
across the cold glass

these images
trapped inside on
'the other side'
whimper
in fear
of when they would have
to step out

and wipe their
old, tired hands
on that smooth surface
that, sometimes,
still tells their story.

Remya Sasindran

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