Terror Of Bath Mirror Poem by Aniruddha Pathak
Terror Of Bath Mirror
Looking into the bath mirror,
Struck I was with unknown terror—
The face under my morning scan,
Far from me, saw an unknown man
That in no way looked like my fan.
Bath mirror be the only time
Man looks at his self, plum and prime,
Rare if not disguised, nor yet masked,
And no use funny questions asked,
Feign if feedback would ever rhyme.
And I know O thou troth bearer,
No truth hits like from a mirror,
No scare scares one like its terror,
Bath over, comes a mask wearer
That waves it all off as error!
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Reflections | 01.02.09 |
Hi Gajanan Mishra, thanks for kind words Aniruddha,15/09/2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 6:22:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Looking into the bath mirror, Struck I was with unknown terror— The face under my morning scan, Far from me, saw an unknown man That in no way looked like my fan......... meaningful lines of the beginning. A beautiful poem shared amazingly. Thanks.
Thank you Kumarmani, it's nice feelings if a poem is liked. Aniruddha Pathak 15/09/2018