Fiction-Ing Mirror

Another beautiful dawn with new hopes What I see guess some unconscious joke Someone not known in mirror reflects Gestures working as per my own reflex Ah! I wish it be not even any dream Whatever looks I hold my first theme Be it ugly to few or beautiful to some I am at least an owner of what I am Washed again and again still new i see May be face does not matter much Still it somewhere marks my identity Hope its just a fiction no destiny role Else would fight the heaven and earth To get back with “only my” face mirth What should I do its not evading past Retrace back to the times image last Mirror O’ Mirror play not this game Bring me back for it carries my name Be it a nightmare not the mornings Mirror show me the one was born in After all face completes me simply Let the change be just a fiction story