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Mirror

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English Poetry

I know not my face
In morn when I wake
Hearing people voices
I search for a place.

I came out and looked at sky
But can’t makeout where I stand
Then I came inside my house
Carving in heart for a place.

I move form room to room
In search of a beautiful face I dream
And here it is reflecting a image that got my name
From a mirror that is hanging in my room

One Comment

  1. Gion Gion says:

    Venkatesh,
    some good ideas here. Finding, understanding, confirming our identity.
    Sometimes we need our own reassurance in ourselves. a sense of our place and accomplishments that is a reflection of us and not others.
    “I move form room to room
    In search of a beautiful face I dream
    And here it is reflecting a image that got my name
    From a mirror that is hanging in my room”

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