In front of a mirror
My eyes stare at me
And my own eyes stares back to myself
A hand's finger touches a cheek
And inspects the nose
Another hand tracing the mouth
I whisper to my soul
Lips moved up and down
"Don't worry" I said
Speaking to my weighty heart
A pause…
Of coziness,
Shadowed by Uncertainty
A moment of a thousand interpretations
Turned and tuned
Twisted and shaped
All concluded in a web of answers
Noticeable closely
My other self is examining me-
Me who is preoccupied by self
Possessed by a blessed hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem