The Hero

In the mirror everyone looks to be a hero or a heroine But in reality is not, As the hero is not a hero and the heroine not a heroine, Neither a cine star nor an artiste But a boy dodged, A girl cheated and left out. The hero is not a hero you are looking for But a drama boy, Wanting to be in the limelight, The heroine too coloured and dressed well, Powdered and creamed And the light falling over. In the camera films or reels, everyone is a hero or a heroine But when the light goes off And the intoxication of the bottle down, Everyone is but a zero, The fall from there, Dream, its colour and fancy to reality. In the plastic reels of snapped photos, everyone looks colourful But the bare realty shows him wrinkled and ageing Which but one cannot deny from accepting it And I know it who is a hero and who not, How does the hero behave with the heroine? Everybody in the dark sunglasses and the mirror appears to be a hero And this is no less than, the moment you are before the mirror, Seeing your face and thinking within, How handsome or beautiful are you! You say it to me, who is not a hero, Who is not a heroine? And even if you are not, the sunglasses will make you, You use powder and cream, Consult a make-up man and the costume director, They will definitely make you turn into a hero or a heroine Of your choice and liking. Even the ugliest turn into heroes and heroines And what more to say to?