Face of Many Mirrors

A jolly kid facing a tall frame of glass

Began admiring himself at the reflection

His eyes squinted, twinkling with curiosity

Oh! What a delight it was to see that boy!

His head held high, hair neatly cropped,

Hands in his pockets, legs parted in style,

And appreciating all the minute details,

He bloomed with a smile of great pride

Another mirror came hopping around

And it stood to the left of that old frame

It was lofty piece with ornamented frame

Its regal appearance stole his eyes away

He tirelessly jumped out of excitement

At the spectacle of this new found thing

The joy inside him went out of control

But it was an incongruous affair in between

Which the boy did not entirely comprehend:

The awful grimace reflected by the new glass

And yet, he kept on playing with it because,

He was mesmerized by its alluring beauty

Nonetheless, he could not neglect anymore

The height of cold animosity ridiculed by it

When the boy grew old enough into a man,

He contemplated the mirror and realized,

“I am blindfolded by its contrived charm.”

As darkness was looming inside his heart,

Developing into a plague of disgusting gloom

He could ignore his own grimace, no more!

Hence he embraced the mirror on the right,

And the one on the left was left all alone

© Amit Herlekar

Amit Herlekar is a computer software professional in Bangalore, India. He writes poetry, humor, book reviews, his experiences in life and few technical articles related to his profession in his blog. His works are published in Miracle e-zine, BareBack Magazine, Yareah Magazine, Tuck Magazine and Zest Literary Journal.

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