Man In the Mirror
I met a man..
walking down a lane...
Tall in height...
And face so bright....
I walked he talked...
Series of thoughts came and knocked..
His words in my mind just got locked...
It was dark..
But he taught the point up to mark...
My heart was in fear..
But his voice was very loud and clear....
I wonder the man who is he...
Who buzzed me out like a bee...
Just when the picture became clear...
He was none other than but the man in the mirror..
Copyright © Pratik Nanda | Year Posted 2015
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