Mirror
I am stuck in a room,
the room is made of mirrors.
The mirrors are moving constantly.
some mirrors reflect my heart,
some reflect my outsider.
some reflect my likes,
some reflect my dislikes.
some reflect my desires and dreams,
Some reflect my fear.
I am also a mirror.
I am not perfect in front of other mirros.
Other mirros are not perfect in front of me.
We move together because
The ending place of our journey is same.
As we cross paths
Our mirrors are getting damaged.
We are busy to see each other's damage
but
At the end of the journey my mirror breaks...
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