Terror Of Bath Mirror
A Aniruddha Pathak
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Looking into the bath mirror,
Struck I was with unknown terror—
The face under my morning scan,
Far from me, saw an unknown man
That in no way looked like my fan.
Bath mirror be the only time
Man looks at his self, plum and prime,
Rare if not disguised, nor yet masked,
And no use funny questions asked,
Feign if feedback would ever rhyme.
And I know O thou troth bearer,
No truth hits like from a mirror,
No scare scares one like its terror,
Bath over, comes a mask wearer
That waves it all off as error!
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Reflections | 01.02.09 |
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