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My Single Toothbrush
My Single Toothbrush
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My single toothbrush,
Sits resplendent in front of my bathroom mirror,
Watching-
Watching it’s own reflection.
No confusions now.
No peering sleepy eye to pick out
The white and blue
From the blue and white.
No choices, no wars.
Who gets to sleep later
Or has to leave the warm razai
On the milkman’s bell.
No lunch time queries
Or late evening phone calls.
“When are you coming?”
Lots of space,
In cupboards-
Book shelves and even the night stand.
No lost socks and wallets.
Morning tantrums over tea..
Only endless space
Flowing and flowing eternally.
Silence;
And my toothbrush.
