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Inside the mirror..... There was a mirror..., Still it was the mirror..... The naked girl rushing into the mirror,, By fearing the torso swivels of the fumes after the tremor..... There was a mirror.... Still it was the mirror..... The nature echoed the hollowness of sounds, The glazed mud spaces showing the mummy's of roots, Once having undulating hips..... There was a mirror... Still it was a mirror.... The naked girl was nearing the mirror, The mirror as a perfect cabara danseuse, It's body swayed as if giving a hearty welcome to the virgin girl..... Don't cry Don't play sultry rhythms...... A music pulsating for nothingness Another for wholeness..... The naked girls eyes locked with the lost mirrors inside beauty.... But before the loads of ashes. (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala, India.