The Perceiver
(*I dedicate this poem to Sylvia Plath on reading her life and works.)
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Oh, the wrinkled face makes me sad
When I look my reflection into you.
I know you are always true
Without preconception
And never change the reflection
But swallow it as it is
And present it to a person.
Never mistaken and not giving false image
Impartial, without love or hate to anyone.
Some ugly people may accuse you
Of being cruel and untruthful
As you don’t glorify anything.
To me you are God’s eye
Always truthful and impartial
With four dimensions.
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March 17, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Seventh Place win
Contest: Any Poem Goes # 14 by Linda PD
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