Holding
A mirror
Equating
To ones
Inner being
The only
True friend
Never laughs at
When crying
In adversity
Reflecting
Its true icon.
Holding
A mirror
Habitually
Speaking
Of the truth
Naked
And bitter
Without
Any proof
Of its logic
Adornment
And garments
As such
One fails
To recognize
The truth
As truth.
Holding
A mirror
Appreciating
The bookish
Knowledge
To be
Misleading
Not because
It’s false
But-
In absence
Of personal
Practical
Experience
Bent fictitious.
Holding
A mirror
Surfacing
A lie’s no legs
Still-
Proves to be
All powerful
A weapon
And used
All over.
Holding
A mirror
Momentarily
A lie
Becoming
The truth
And truth
A lie
The heaven
May fall
Into hell
Where the hell
Is to go?
Holding
A mirror
Abruptly
Defeating
Everything
In an open
Trial
One and all
Concealing
What it is
And unveiling
What it isn’t.
-Copy right hrsharma
Ludhiana, Punjab, India
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