The mirror said the truth., <br />desperate i wanted to look young., <br />gracefully the mirror revealed my age., <br />the fine lines on my face <br />i powdered with rouge and paint, <br /> the grey strands visible beneath., <br />i coloured with black paste <br />i was happy i concealed my age., <br />with pride i took mirror to look at <br />alas i look older than before <br />i cried in front of mirror for hours <br />a mirror is always a mirror., <br />whether broken or intact., <br />with no favours, <br />it tells the truth without an error.<br /><br />renu Vig sharma sharma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-16/
