soumya j pratihari
The Mirror Reflects
“Oh you sleepy mistress, get up from your bed,
Listen to the bird’s call, while the sun at dawn is red,
A whole night has passed I have had you seen,
Come to me my love”, Said the mirror to the queen.
Getting off the bed, she went to a state of bliss,
Stood right in front of the mirror and put on him a lovely kiss,
Like the way she has been doing since years and years,
Her love was none but the lively and truthful mirror.
So much he loved her, that it was only she that she could se