Poor Mirror, In Grey Plight Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Poor Mirror, In Grey Plight
My Mirror on wall of wisdom grey,
Who's fairest of them all if ye may?
There's no doubt, My Beauty,
Do should I my duty,
You of course, to say my fairest say;
Poor mirror felt contrite,
But lacked tongue that can bite,
And in silence suffered Plight of Day!
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Tongue-in-cheek | 10.03.2019|
Grey hair! ! Able to uplift wisdom. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Practical wisdom, political wisdom and the stuff. Thanks for visiting dear poet.
A wonderful Limerick sir.....I find great substance in the third and fourth line! Here, humor goes in congruence with wisdom! Extremely well penned....................Full marks.
I am floored with your beautiful comments, which reflect a mind that knows what is humour. Thank you so much Dr Swain.
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 7:27:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wisdom! ! ! In grey plight; Light ahead. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thanks for visiting, and for such beautiful words.