renu Vig sharma sharma - The Mirror

The mirror said the truth.,
desperate i wanted to look young.,
gracefully the mirror revealed my age.,
the fine lines on my face
i powdered with rouge and paint,
the grey strands visible beneath.,
i coloured with black paste
i was happy i concealed my age.,
with pride i took mirror to look at
alas i look older than before
i cried in front of mirror for hours
a mirror is always a mirror.,
whether broken or intact.,
with no favours,
it tells the truth without an error.

renu Vig sharma sharma

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