Reflection Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Reflection
My dearest, my dream’s wildest rage,
Today in a glass shop-window,
I saw a wondrous something,
Beautiful as was stunning,
Hard to define, harder to know,
And yet of immense value,
One-of-a-million rarity
That can rise in no gravity,
And which, I wished to buy for you,
But it was, dear, my own image!
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- Tongue-in-cheek | 04.04.05 |
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4/25/2024 8:35:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Liked this poem - especially surprise ending. I wished to buy for you, but it was dear, my own image. Loved the touch of humor there. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
My apologies for not seeing this page before to thank you for liking this poem. Let me wish you very happy 2019.