By Rema Pisharody
Mirror in a wall
reflects a portrait,
Of us in a medium,
Which artfully covers
The endless pain
sorrows, summers
And rains for us
In a captivating silken smile..
It is not transformation,
It is a pact our heart
And mind endorse
On our face to hide
The cascading emotions,
Like in magic
To prove a watchful
World that how splendid
our dreams and dawns!
We reflect a self through a mirror
In one smile of spring.
Perhaps in solitude
Deep inside our heart
We cry a river of sorrow
With no mirror around,
To reflect our true self..
By Rema Pisharody