Mirror Is Magic Poem by Rishabh Roy
Mirror Is Magic
Mirror is of course,
The strange thing of all.
Here the straight rays fall
And then bounce back like a ball.
But mirror itself says 'Me''error'.
Nothing happens in true what we bear.
Where we comb our hair,
this mysterious thing is mirror.
Oh! my lovely readers, don't be in confusion,
because you can find the solution.
There is nothing but reflection.
Let's explore science fiction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/24/2024 5:06:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
nothing but reflection, good write, thanks.