Mirror
Mirror
Rema Prasanna
Mirror on the matt finished wall
reflected me in real
The carved wooden frame from
an antique collection
replicate my image in factual
masures
Is it me I wonder in anguish?
The same mirror not long ago
cheered me up in mornings
where I see now only a mirage
an image of over tested age
and one forgiving hand note
a few alphabets from conflicting
dictionary of life
a façade I describe in mindless
anticipation
Synopsis of life ruled out a
remote control scroll back
to tune it all again afresh
Certain objects only move forward
in self assurance I confirm it as
the transpiring mirror of life
poem by Rema Prasanaa
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