By Vrunda Sakure
I saw my face in a mirror
to see how it appears.
Everything was fine
but there was no shine.
Deep in my heart, I saw my face;
the mirror showed the reflection of my case
I was troubled in my mind,
chained by sorrows of many kinds.
As child, I wanted everything
only to realise when we go, we take nothing.
The boy in me encouraged me to make mistakes,
Without knowing that mistakes add negative vibes more intake.
The man in me encouraged age beyond bad habits,
simply becoming my routine, pushing my mind to grab it.
Every time I see the mirror,
I could see my face surrounded with fear.
Time flew and waited for none,
sorrow and fear hold everyone.
By Vrunda Sakure
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