These days <br />am getting introduced <br />to myself <br />each day <br />afresh, <br /> <br />as I <br />peep into the mirror; <br />what marvels <br />age does <br />no………not dimming <br /> <br />or graying, <br />but <br />it sets in <br />this estrangement <br />with oneself, <br /> <br />you want <br />to hide away <br />in a cocoon <br />from the stranger <br />who stares back <br /> <br />from the mirror, <br />you stumble <br />while running away <br />you murmur <br />we used to be friends <br /> <br />what happened <br />…….now strangers, <br />‘anyway…. we are getting <br />introduced now’ <br />the mirror whispers! <br /> <br />*******<br /><br />Chhavi Anupam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getting-introduced/
