My keeking glass! My reflecting glass! ! My mirror! ! !
How wonderful you are! ! ! !
To show me my outer figure;
Then you show me and all around me my real face
You reflect my all the causes
Whether I am guilty or guiltless;
Mirror, I won't punish you for showing all those all
Even I won't rebuke you at all
I want to reform me for the final;
Finally, I will thank you for saving me from troubles
For saving my immortal soul
From being burnt in the fire of hell.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza │ 9 December,2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror, wrong vs. right
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