Mirrors Poem by Vishal Sharma
Mirrors
You made me a thief
to steal my own identity
My mind full of smoke
You disappeared into that
When my days were tough
My mind was aching
You left me with a pain
To make sure I cried.
You just killed me
With the pain and agony
My heart cried blood
You just laughed at this
Are you an evil helper?
You thought me in pain
You saw me in pain..
You won the evil game.
Talking to my mirror.
Another heart touching and heart breaking poem. nicely inked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 4:57:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Yet another wonderful poem. Painful truth.