THE GIRL IN THE MIRROR
Today when I saw myself in the mirror,
The reflection smirked,
It seemed to have some queries,
It said... who are you dear..
The reflection smirked,
It seemed to have some queries,
It said... who are you dear..
Are you the girl who has certain fears,
Or are you the mother of that girl who loves to don vivid headgears,
Who are you dear...
Are you the girl who used to freak on the sight of a pimple,
Or a lady who loves the skin she is in all sober and simple,
Who are you dear....
Are you the same girl who couldn’t compromise on sleep,
Or the one who, when all is hushed, sometimes does silently weep,
Who are you dear...
Are you the one running after the little feet all day happily,
Or the one who secretly wishes to be pampered and tucked in cosily.
I recollect a girl Oh! So happy and gay,
Battling an eyelid and all ready to sway,
She wanted this and wanted that,
And travel the world if she might have had,
And I see you.. happy too,
But dreams so different from what she had,
Are you rock solid or are you so lovingly tender,
This is so queer what I saw and what I see,
Who are you dear..
For such brilliant piece only Bouquets are sent your way. Such nicely penned and so very relatable. Superb and continue, pouring your heart out, with such lovely personal experiences that'll work as lighthouse to others.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for such motivating and kind words of appreciation masi ma.
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