REFLECTION

 

 

With your silver coated

Glassy walls, Oh Mirror,

You cage my facsimile.

 I can perceive, touch and feel,

Even groom my appearance

 

No machine, inbuilt motor,

You are self-motivated,

Jump, act, laugh and cry,

Whatever I do, you do,

Live credential of my actions

 

Twin layer of element

In your rear surface

Sparkle the front complexion

Make you speedy and perfect

Lucid facial manifestation
 

We are human, most inhuman

In actions, hard heartened

With flesh and blood;

Bone and Marrow, with ego

Packed in the corporal mirror

 

When scintillating mirror breaks,

Images split into myriad pieces,

Human image, as well grind

To granules, when lacks

Innate virtues of humane.

 

 -  VIGIL KUMAR

 

 

 

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