Mirror on the wall

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Mirror on the wall

The mirror reflects one's mind
To open it for a trifle chance
As you watch your picture
A reflection that one nurture
Where is all the shyness gone
To the walls and the wooden rooms
What's the beauty that one could see
It is the love of oneself it could be
The naked truth of one's eyes
To seek the beauty of the face exposed.
Are my wrinkles a turbulent wind
A solitude song unsung
Or a history all about until then.
All goes to watch the maker
Above all he stands and creates
God's creation is one to thee
To count on  expectations was all about
To look at the wall
and I would rather seek
To hide my face without the mirror at all.
       S ANANDHI
        22/04/20

Comments

Anandhi Srinivasan said…
Fantastic. 👍
Suresh uncle
May 2, 2020 at 12:04 AM
Anandhi Srinivasan said…
Tearing all ages, trees mourn, just as rivers do.
Nice poem from Anandhi's penchant. 👌🏼
Devaraj sir
May 2, 2020 at 12:05 AM
Anandhi Srinivasan said…
In the beginning I was shocked as the woodcutter takes his axe and makes a fall. I was struck with grief as the oak tree fell apart. The poem strikes at the very root of man's Vanity. The words tearing all ages , all that is strong was made of trees stand apart! Your selection of themes is very good and distinct!
Manoharan sir
May 2, 2020 at 12:06 AM
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