Nikunj Sharma - Hold a mirror

He came one night, in a drifting dream;
Setting a unsettling thought.
Like a poor cricketer
On wrong foot I was caught

I always dreamed of happy days
Selfish and full of taste
Little thought spent over
My weltanschauung
That seemed a complete waste

I didn’t lend a helping hand
To someone in need
Nor anything worthy
To someone desolate indeed

A life of hopes and aspiration
For myself and only me
I never held myself a mirror
Reflecting a real me...

Time’s slipping in a manner grand
Like dust particles out of my hand
Life’s frittered away in unequal installments
The remorse of a guilty soul
Came to me as a whole

I woke up, not to sleep again
My righteous self with me to remain
All my life …..
To walk the talk and walk till end
An opportunity godsend
To do some good before death
To breathe at last a benevolent breath

Here I am, in desert’s sand
Fire above and fire below
May help an inside glow
An unseen mirror to refract
In me what’s been intact

Hold that mirror in my heart
Till the day I finally depart
A head held high
No bend at waist
Shall live my life to his taste

Nikunj Sharma

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