Treasure Island

Md. Asadullah

(11th july)

*REFLECTION


It was evening, time for sunset,
I walked slowly fatigued, burdened and upset.

I noticed three men imitating me, standing abreast.
They were dressed exactly the way I was dressed.

With anger and disgust I frowned.
Copying my expression they clowned.

Holding my head I looked at them with a smile.
They smiled back at me replicating my style.

Now I understood how they imitated me with perfection.
I was beside a mirror shop and those three were my reflection.

I walked forward with a wonderful thought.
with the help of pen for you all I have brought.

People around us are like our reflection,
hate with hate and love with love they will reflect with perfection.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 01, 2014

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This poem reached the finals of Poetry contest of Poem Hunter and stood 45th for year 2013

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