Mirror Poem by Neelamani Sutar

I see in the mirror,
we also see our fire perished in the light of strength
you drop the dim lamp life.
People don't see themselves nowadays,
where the night is tilted.
Awake people are still unsolicitous,
dreams float in floating eyes,
life is gray or colorful,
just a flying plane flying like torn feathers.
Conscience sometimes moves the earth or the sky,
conscience is asleep today,
eyes of the conscience are printed today only inflame,
only emptiness,
the constant battle of the day with night.
A full life is crammed into the furry of someone who isn't violent wrath,
an illuminated uncountable life filled with cornice spider webs
in the vampires,
not humans agitated dancers today.
The lamp of light is gone,
man is the inhabitant of
the unknown world today.
I looked at you
in the mirror,
you also see,
you are without light today in the lifeless story.