Cold white locked large
Marble floors
A mirror in the foyer
The lady of the house sees herself
A wisp of gray in her hair
A perfect sari
The mirror shatters as she walks away
Stepping on the shards of glass
Like they might be petals
Her footprints a dark rangoli in her wake
Mock those who stop and stare and say
"Oh what a beautiful home you have."
~ Sonali
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