Sulekha Pande
people could see,
their souls,
instead of their faces,
in the mirrors,
they hold
They don’t show You , What’s Inside!
Not a mirror I can believe
Mirror, mirror everyone
All seem to deceive
Tell me whether I’m pretty, fair or tall?
I know what you say is a lie,
Oh my!
It shows what’s on the outside,
Not inside.
Mirror, mirror don’t you see
What you say has been ruining me.
Enough of the old way,
Starting today!
Her face tells so many stories,
of how she used to be.
Sadness…frustration and regret,
just to name a few.
Heartbreak, pain, and loss,
all because of of you.
A map of broken journey’s
Her beauty is distorted,
but her spirit is in her grace.
by what others say.
What they say is not fact
Just their point of view.
Let the mirror reflect
what is there in reality.
Not what you think is there
based on others’ judgements.
Ugly is what she heard
Why did they have to kill her
With just that one word?
Some said it out of love
Others just for hate
One thing they all made clear
She would never have a mate.
For who could want
One as ugly as she
She had no one
I had only me.
So to this mirror
That tells no lie
Today is the day
This ugly will die.
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