The Mirror Inside Poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran

This portrait
Does it wink at me?
Laugh at me, ridicule me over its eyes?

The guy there in the portrait
He wasn't ever kind to me!

I felt a bit uneasy,
Standing up, walked towards the window
Pulled aside the curtains

Moving back I sat on the sofa
More light in the room
More fresh air in...

I felt more at ease
It brought a smile to my face

I watched the portrait once again

I felt it was smiling at me this time!

More openness, more ventilation

More insight

The mirror was inside my mind
Now dust-free
Veil-free too!

Nov 24th,2020