Mirror
Mirror, Oh! mirror on the wall
She used to see you, since she was small
You still look shiny and limpid
The same glit edged And placid
The little sweet Lassie is now misplaced
That pure smile of hers has escaped...
Now she lies On the Devanport
Always weary and in dort
Tired of the conjectures of the society
Tears rolling down her cheek in anxiety
Her strikingly handle eyes
Has swapped with the deep eyebags that lies
But it’s not the true self of hers
She is actually as the blossom of furze
The one with tender soul and heart
The most beautiful example of God’s art...
Copyright © Nandini Mishra | Year Posted 2021
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