To Mirror Poem by MAHTAB BANGALEE

In my house as if I'm an alien
Ladies chamber form its den
The mirror of the dressers table
Stays busy as a beautician cable
Dawn to dusk as if it's a parlor
Except me it's in house wife's care

O Mirror who you are factually
Where you are from genetically
I know you are not Aphrodite
But you can show the reality
Of true reflection you have power
By which we can cover outside layer

I know myself by the true knowledge and prudent wisdom
O Mirror you can teach how to represent the self-rhythm
Your acceptance to all as a pioneer of embodiment guide
As like the true wise you can reveal the un-foreseeing side
By your kind escort we can make up our whimsical sights
O Mirror, live long to reflect the insightful clear
No disguise, for my lady form me in your nature

© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
26/02/23