What do you think
Does the dress fit
Do i look fat in it
Will he like it
She asks
Eyes fixated on me
She pauses briefly
Awaiting my answers
The dress fits fine
It doesn't make her look fat
But he won't like it
No way he would notice it
But i can't tell her that
It'll break her heart
She's too blinded by love to see it
So i tell her one more lie
A lie for which
I'll have to watch her weep over
But I'm absolved of any blame
It's my makers that should bear it
Mirrors should have voices- audible ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem