Raju Baruah

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The Face In The Mirror - Poem by Raju Baruah

The face
Is asleep
So close to me with my blood
with me from my birth
I put a musk on it
Now the face in the mirror is unknown to me

Who I am standing in front
Who I am in presence of me
I don't know
Form when I mend myself

I run and run
With no rest
No rout
No direction

Don't know why

In the silence and darkness
In the dessert and in the forest
In the crowded hall
I feel myself as a puppet
Who I am
Who I am with this civilize musk.


Comments about The Face In The Mirror by Raju Baruah

  • Howard 'the motivational poet' Simon (3/5/2010 3:23:00 PM)


    Self reflection is always poerful because we must first see ourselves as we are before we can see ourselves as we can be. Well done my friend. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, February 12, 2010



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