Bijay Poudel

Rookie - 1 Points (10th june,1991 / Khotang, Nepal)

Mirror - Poem by Bijay Poudel

You have often shown me that mirror,
In spite of how badly, I have despised it.
Often it would yield to that jolt of shudder,
or that pang of embarrassment on what it had to fit.

I have never wanted to know,
if I'm going square and fair?
And every place i thought i was outta your show,
your goddamned mirror would show up there.

I have got hurt, my blood has boiled,
over that mirror jeering at my image.
How sorry I was to have badly spoiled,
the beauty of that embroidered cage.

But now my friend I'm a little afraid,
about that mirror, so pompously divine.
You see a lot could now be said,
about its fairness, beauty and shine.

To put it across the same profile,
to prove again and again that nothing's new.
I now wonder with a painful smile,
if that mirror contained me or you.

So my friend put away the frame,
inside a vault and don't carry the key.
Care not much now to flash at me again,
But search for one, you could see.

And we shall meet again my friend,
without these mirrors and images to contemplate.
And like old mates, we shall then have a heartily laugh,
Over these mirrors, you and I, hate.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Everyone is a mirror.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 5, 2014


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