'WHO IS THE GIRL LOOKING BACK AT ME?
IM NOT THAT GIRL SHE CANT BE ME
SHE DOESNT SMILE
SHE BARELY TALKS
HER TEARS FOLLOW LIKE THE NILE
HER DREAMS HAD FLOOD
HER HEART JUST BLEEDS
HER EYES SRE READ FROM TOO MUCH WEED
WHO IS THAT GIRL LOOKING BACK AT ME
IM NOT THAT GIRL SHE CANT BE ME'
it could be ur soul tht is suffering....coz mirrors never lie....good wrtie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good poem. Indicates the modern poetic thought and technique. And hey read my poem PLASTIC FACES, somewhat similar in idea