I used to stare at strangers
strolling in serenity with
hatred heavy on my heart.
The reasons, repentant,
rattled my ratiocination.
Till the time transpired
the transition of thought.
In retrospection, I realised
that the rage residing in
my retina was nothing but
my reflection resonating,
reeking off their faces.
True we see in others, what we actually are. Great introspective write..........10
U r right, its only our reflection that comes back more often, only it changes garb everytime...
Another fine lyric; you display impressive wisdom in one so young, I urge you to keep writing and nurture your God given gift.
This poem reminds me this - 'By three methods we may learn wisdom: First, by reflection, which is noblest; Second, by imitation, which is easiest; And third, by experience, which is the most bitter.” Hats off for this noble reflection. No wonder it got so many readers. Thank you for this good write.
An introspective rendition nicely crafted with conviction. Well expressed thoughts and feelings....
An excellent poem Vaibhav....on our own relection and introspection....
nice poem, reflection! strong topic to be written..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great indeed this reflective wording! I must read you from now on! 10+