Mirror Of The Dusk (After I Read, ‘mirror’ By Sylvia Plath) Poem by Ibnu Din Assingkiri

Mirror Of The Dusk (After I Read, ‘mirror’ By Sylvia Plath)

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Somehow at
Increasingly dimmed dusk
We are still in the morning
Jumping around asking for milk
Whining severely, wanting food.

We often point
To the bottom, top and sides
Even to the skies. Consequently,
Our own mirror covered
By the thick, black cloth.

Could we, even once
Calculate and weigh
With sincere and truthful
All failures occur,
- On our own choices.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Old age is terrifying for those who do not live life to the fullest.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yasmin Khan 14 December 2013

Our own mirror is covered with thick, black cloth and it blocks our vision, no doubt.

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 05 December 2013

Mirroring the self. A thotprovoking reflective poem. And thanx.

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Unwritten Soul 27 October 2013

Complete your cup with full taste, another great punch lines in bunch_Soul

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Ibnu Din Assingkiri

Ibnu Din Assingkiri

Singkir Laut, Kedah, Malaysia
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