Somewhere I heard
Of the seven gifts of the Holy Spirit
Knowledge, Piety and Power was there
But as I was standing in front of a reflector
I could see none of them
Into the reflex before me
Even Judgment, Intelligence and Wisdom
Seemed to run away
From that polished reflecting surface
Only because it was reflecting me
The only gift left alone was Fear
And the mirror broke into pieces
For it failed to stand for that fear
Between the two of me….
Written on the night of 25th May,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem