I Did Not See My Face In the Mirror
One morning, I awoke from the sleep,
Like all those previous days.
And after all daily routines were done,
I planned for a morning walk.
I knew, everything was fine.
Tooth brush to the cup of tea,
Cloth to the walking shoes.
Everything line by line.
And walking in the morning is good for health.
But I felt something's not fine.
While I was on walk, I experienced
My worst day.
That was a futile walk for
me.
And a restless walk.
As restless as the situation of being Chased by the German Shepherd.
Everywhere, I could see faces mocking at me.
To whoever I met,
I felt like, they hate me.
My face, I felt to be ugly.
No one likes me and everyone hates me.
The day was not good.
That was truly a bad day for me.
Then, I sat under the green leaves of banyan tree,
Standing by the edge of the
Dark blue river, aside my walking road.
I then called back my whole day,
And whole of my daily routines.
I tried and tried, to find the cause for those nasty feelings.
And finally realized;
I didn't see my face in the silver mirror.
Copyright © Lesly Dsouza | Year Posted 2017
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