The broken mirror asked me
' is it you'?
the gypsy woman singing a sad song
ten stars in ten fingers
whole universe in the palm
I exist! oh I really exist!
shall I have to feel it till the end?
the sweet taste
even the shadow can feel
just to menifest
just to open up
my unheard song
I uncover my heart
the BROKEN mirror
gypsy woman, her sad songs
existance and a mere nothing
just then the broken mirror again asked me
' is it you? '
I said hesitantly ' yes(or may be) '
it screamed and replied back 'LIAR'! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem