Elegy For The Mirror's Fickle Light Poem by ashok jadhav

We mourn the mirror's fickle, fleeting glow,
The shallow shine that promised more than shown;
Its surface whispered truths we longed to know,
Yet left the heart to wander and atone.
It framed our worth in frames that could not last,
Reflecting smiles that time would surely fade;
Each image held a past now overcast,
Each glance a trust in beauty's fragile trade.
Yet from this loss, a steadier sight was earned,
A way to see beyond the glass's lie;
To value what endures, not merely turned,
And read the soul where shallow visions die.
So let the mirror's fickle light depart,
We keep the steadfast vision of the heart.