See

Is that the Brahminical
thread
your marble
eyes, pierce
into future
your clean shaven
head is instance
of your brilliance
your stolid look
holds in captivity
you mirror yourself
only, the pain
sears through
can I have your looking
glass
to see what you stare at?
Your bewilderment is passé
hold the mirror into your eyes
so that we can see, see.