The Face In The Mirror Poem by Raju Baruah

The face
Is asleep
So close to me with my blood
with me from my birth
I put a musk on it
Now the face in the mirror is unknown to me

Who I am standing in front
Who I am in presence of me
I don't know
Form when I mend myself

I run and run
With no rest
No rout
No direction

Don't know why

In the silence and darkness
In the dessert and in the forest
In the crowded hall
I feel myself as a puppet
Who I am
Who I am with this civilize musk.