My thought makes a goddess on itself on the mirror.
It plays vision on what myself want to be.
It says: Hi! This is you. Think positively, then you'll be alright.
But still, I confused with what is coming out.
He is really me inside or outside the mirror?
Or he is somebody else.
There is no sign he is me.
My thought doesn't tell the truth who is this guy on the mirror?
Or he only just makes a joke on me.
He is standing in front of me with no face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem composed with vivid imagery. I liked the theme very much. Kudos to your skill. Keep it up. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... I shall be highly obliged if you please read and rate my poem 'A world of treason' on page 4. Warmest regards Akmal