THE MIRROR





Everything gets reflected on the mirror
Moles, black and white hair
Smooth face or
Loose old dry skin
Everything

Who don’t desire
To look at someone’s own eyes
The secret image that always
Hides on mirror

It’s a long time now that
I haven’t seen myself

If you come to me
As a mirror
I would like to
look at me once
Which you can’t see

My grief or my life
My dream or my tears
Whatever will be reflected
On the mirror
Would be of yours.








Manoj Kumar Nath