Before Real Mirror Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is called word jugglery
That I not understood by many
Intellectuals face I severely
Where no answer is found satisfactorily

Mind and heart combine
To feel fine
And express readiness
With smile on face

No one can predict
About others acts
It is for us to judge
No one should try to prove wisdom on page

Mirror shall reflect
Only apparent act
But fact remains otherwise
It looks different and causes surprise

In fact, we know nothing
About something
That is presented before us
And we fail to trust