I Broke My Mirror

Mirror, Mirror! Tell me 'Am I beautiful? ' I used to ask my mirror several times a day Feeling confident When mirror reflects back my smile. Wearing a new dress or trying a new hairdo I twirl and swirl before the mirror to get a picture, perfect. 'Tell me, tell me mirror! Am I beautiful ' Mirror reflects my smile. Then gradually , on my skin, wrinkles started to appear Hair was getting grey My smooth silky hair was gone I was distressed at seeing My receding hair lines. Mirror, Mirror! Am I beautiful? Mirror was taking time to say 'yes' The number of yeses gradually decreased and stopped. Giving my spirit a downward push. The other day, my sweet little grand daughter Came visiting me from America Taking me in tight embrace, she exclaimed 'Grandma! I have never seen any one as beautiful as you! Your white hair shines like sunshine, your lap feel like soft cushion I don't want to leave you. I want to hold you tight And feel the loving light.' A smile lit up on my face From my mind, I threw out The mirror's words As I could see the beautiful 'Me' In my grand daughter's eyes. @Bharati Nayak