Sakkthi Subramaniyam (April 18,1985 / Salem)

Shadows in the mirror
With memories of his midnight,
Is that you, with aglow on face?
Sad and pale filled with pain.

With a struggle for self;
Slipping past from my reaching hands.
With horizontal thrust from the present
Peeps into past for the venom errors.

I show not your face, your intuitive feeling.
A man of a solitary disposition
Your cold is gone with the wind
So close your eyes with holy dread,

His flashing eyes and floating hair!
Weave a circle round him.
And in your lurid eyes there glistened hope
The dying flame of life's desire;

Your reflections are stretched and distorted
With irony, and humor, and sadness.
It’s not my error; I am a mirror,
Showing you what you have in mettle;
Shadow tried to speak; but its tongue stumbles