Mirror-Self Poem by Bireswar Halder

What an enigma the ways of my character are!
Sometimes I start crying and sometimes go on laughing
Sometimes I travel indifferently from one corner to other
What illusions force me, I fail to understand.

A very deep attachment with my small mirror
I could not throw it out and it is always with me
It has deep layers of dirt because of misuse of many years
And I couldn't see my impression, that only disturbs me.

I know the technique to wash away my outer body
I use so many cosmetics, perfume to look me more smart
But I repeatedly try to clean the inner mirror to have my own image.
What a tragedy, my every attempt fails.

Whenever I stare at my mirror, I find dark blurred graffitis
Sometimes carelessly I keep on dirting on it again
But to know the technique of cleaning is very difficult
Always I deeply and silently cry not being able to see my own image.

I am very much eager to purify the mirror like a crystal
Before leaving for another country with this mirror
At least once I like to see my own image with own eyes
Alas, if any wise man can come forward to teach me the technique!