The Hall of Mirrors

It was as bewildering
As the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles
Endless reflections
But only of mirrors
Where was the entry
And where the exit
One knew not

Is Eternity a Nightmare
By which Man’s Soul is jag- ridden ?
Endless bewilderment
From which there is no escape ?

Worse still
To see nothing
But your own reflection
Endlessly multiplied

Your own echo
Endlessly reverberating

Coo- ee !
Is anybody else at home ?

7 thoughts on “The Hall of Mirrors

  1. Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca

    Like all Amita Paul’s poems I have read previously, Hall of Mirrors is well structured poem with engaging content. I especially loved the last two lines. Thanks for publishing this poem.

    1. amitapaul Post author

      Dear Vijay Nair , good to see you here , too
      In fact it was your series of posts about Destiny Poets that inspired me to explore this site and to join in and post here . A double thanks to you , therefore!

  2. amitapaul Post author

    Thank you stopping by , Kavita Ezekiel Mendonca.
    It feels lovely to know someone was listening to my Coo-ey Call !
    I am grateful for your thoughtful appreciation

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