Why Am I In A Room with All These Strangers? Poem by Mohammad Younus

Why am I in a room
With all these strangers?
Only one feels familiar—
A reflection of my own image.

I dreamt of arguing
With the face in the glass,
Tension rising
From a calm conversation.

He said, 'If you do not know me,
Truly see me in the mirror,
If you don't, you will freeze—
A stranger lost in illusions
Of who you really are.'

Silence stretched between us.
His eyes softened.
"No need for doors to slam—
I am you,
And you are not a stranger,
You are Me."

I reached out to touch the glass,
Gazed at my reflection,
And stood there, realizing—
We are not two strangers,
But One, single-reality,
Whole!
Complete!

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