A meticulous look suggested,
every incident iridescence agreed,
The ricochet of rays foster..
Silhouette of a perfect self.
innocence and virtue vie-
Mutual race towards the pinnacle
A shroud over the din;
An original mirror,
Voices that witnessed the blood..
inarticulated repugnance accumulates
The silent scream intensify,
Yet the dilapidated glass remains gagged.
A strange serenity prevails,
my checkered past is unknown
It is dawn, yet another day...
Hide! Hide !Hide ! your smirk
its time , bravo boy!!
you have tamed the mirror
Running away from the known or unknown?
ReplyDeleteknown... this is about a criminal who stands in front of the mirror and looks at his image and thinks that he has nimbly concealed the way he actually is.
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