Unchanged Life Poem by Gajanan Mishra

At least five to seven times
I am washing my face,
Look, still, I am not looking afresh.

I told myself how is it dear,
You are coming before the mirror
And making the mirror clean
But the face remains un-shine.

So much labor for a mere face!
Really wonderful to think dear,
And you are smiling there.

I change friends, change dresses,
But it is there in its place the I.
The reasons not the mirror
Not my face but the very mistakes
I have done not telling who am I.