Keith Sly Simpson
The Mirror - Poem by Keith Sly Simpson
I m the one who reflects the truth; a judge which is present in you
I am precise, I am always true; never change whether its morn or noon.
Sometimes its them who think I m cruel. I always show the truth's light
This doesn't gives you delight, as my sight is never liked
By you or them as it's the truth that I've depicted.
I take what I see and show the truth indeed,
They say everything changes but that's untrue
I'm always loyal to what I do.
If you'll think you'll get, that Im always unmisted.
Each time she comes, stands and asks-
How she is? Is she perfectly fitting the decency mask?
Will she be able to retain her lost? Find her inner self?
She asks if is there something I can do to help.
To help her find her own self.
Poor lady, she doesn't know, I can only show her what she really owns.
She can look at me but I can look through you.
I can see what is hidden in you.
I can see blood in your lovely eyes; I can tell you're not satisfied.
When I look at you this is what I see; pain, anguish n love in disguised.
She knows the truth but denies; sees the reality turns back instead.
Loves herself but likes to be their self.
Knows what right but denies the fact.
Darling, you should know I m the one who never changes at all
I can show your real self, your veiled beauty, you're the one you've never met.
It's your wish if you love or you disgust, the fact, which you don't trust.
She left and never turned back, gave a sore look,
And left me aside……
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