Not by chance
not by design
fire burning within
he is only himself
and does not know this
yet he looks at him
from within
inside out
vice versa
as he solicits a smile
pouts his lips
lifts his eyelids
like a surprised host
then dash
another furtive look
and let fingers
comb his hair
not a moment to spare
without realizing
what he is looking at
is only himself
a man in the mirror.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem