Author Dina Nath Nadim A broken mirror shone on junk. A cow came and looked at it; a dog came and breathed at it; a mad woman lifted it and wrapped it in her rags. Nobody knows what happened to the broken mirror afterwards. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments