Mirror-2 Poem by SRIRANJI ARATISANKAR

Dreamt travelling in a bus.
As soon as got down seen
I put on some other person's shoes
The bus stopped by a river-side;
The bus-conductor selling mirrors.
Original costing though only Rs.Seven
But a mirror sold Rs.Seven only.
Passengers buying mirrors
jostling and pushing each other.
I also got chance buying a mirror
only just for Rs Hundred only.
(The seller-conductor
willingly not returned my balance)

Coming to attend a marriage ceremony
(perhaps one of my girl-friends)
However reached at last.
Almost everybody repeatedly looking at me,
While the bride should be Stele of attraction
If I say all think I'm a wind-bag.
I really look handsome.
My girl-friends usually say,
‘A guy with decent look.'
(Don't know whether they pinching or cut a joke) .

I struck by curiosity; why all looking me
and particularly young ladies closed their eyes.

Going aside I took out my mirror
Saw Put on a pair of splendid shoes
and birth-time dress.