I looked into the mirror to find myself...
Reflection approved...
But something's missing...
I don't know what...
I looked into the water of the murky lake,
The ripples distorted my face....
Not pleasing....Why? ...
I never found what I sought...
Then I turned to a friend...
She let me know...
That I was apt, but had some faults...
'What? '...She remained silent...
And then I gazed upto the starlit sky...
And called to the God with all my heart...
Yes...I knew...What my faults were...
I discovered...Myself....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Finding oneself is finding the whole truth. Nicely penned.