A Real Reflection

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Why I looked so beautiful in mirror? Was that indication of grave error? Was the mirror so furious about my nature? Was it unnatural for it to forecast my future? People used to call me as an ugly man I was feeling so much shame as human Was I the only one blessed with darkness on face? Why God was kind enough to cause me embarrass? “He ugly, where are you going” people used to tease They seemed to get joy and feel so pleased This was causing me pain and agony in mind Why people behaved in different manner with posture so unkind? No one looked at my kindness and generosity I used to help poor and aged with simplicity I never refused anybody and maintained amity Many may come and console me on the condition of anonymity I suffered severe setback in mind and most hated person No one cared even to ask me for explanation and troubled without any reason Was it to be taken as curse from almighty or consider it as living hell? Nothing was going normal and time too was not proving very well Why then mirror was deceiving its quality as true reflector? Why was I forced to live in falsehood with wrong indicator? If mirror was the real reflection then someone was playing game? Who else were there answerable for the total mess and to be blamed? I gathered the strength and again stood before the naked mirror Why was I feeling so much agitated in mind with furor? I saw the face with two eyes, mouth nose without any terror Everything was there as expected to be in human without any censor What small patches and black face had to do with my identity? I stood there as human being with all parameters of entity I tried to understand the difference between outer and inner look I definitely out scores them as gentleman but did not label them as crook I did not try to find any excuse to blame the human mentality I could well define and understood the reason behind futility Though I stood condemned in their eyes for being ugly and clumsy So many painted me as noble human being and drew the picture rosy Soon I was to prove both mirror and people very wrong in their concept They were wholly not true to their character and correct They were to discharge their function as true representative Who were we on earth to judge His creation and prove insensitive?

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