Poem

My Mirror

A mirror intelligent and talkative
Hung on the walls of my heart sensitive

I was shown as I was when my mirror was in pre teens
Bubbly, lovely and lively abundantly pristine

But when I was in my teens I denied to accept it
Often I used to ignore it’s suggestions apt

Even then, my mirror was with me all time
Silently observing and opposing me

Since I got maturity I visit my mirror frequently
Heeding it and looking into it to appear smartly

But now my mirror isn’t anymore kind to me
It does show wrinkles of my follies unkindly to me

Grey my hair like experiences often it questions
It says, dying them isn’t must but be cautious of actions

Thus my mirror, my conscience reflects my image
Guiding me and guarding my prestige

Reflections in my mirror mend me to perfection
So I’m prepared to face it without regressions

My conscience is my mirror transparent
Hung on the inner walls of my heart

@Rajani Mula