Mirror <br />Rema Prasanna <br /> <br />Mirror on the matt finished wall <br />reflected me in real <br />The carved wooden frame from <br />an antique collection <br />replicate my image in factual <br />masures <br />Is it me I wonder in anguish? <br />The same mirror not long ago <br />cheered me up in mornings <br />where I see now only a mirage <br />an image of over tested age <br />and one forgiving hand note <br />a few alphabets from conflicting <br />dictionary of life <br />a façade I describe in mindless <br />anticipation <br />Synopsis of life ruled out a <br />remote control scroll back <br />to tune it all again afresh <br />Certain objects only move forward <br />in self assurance I confirm it as <br />the transpiring mirror of life<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mirror-54/
