Reflections...
I hate mirrors,
For they show images,
But they can't explain reflections,
For reflections are abstruse ,
And images are allusions of the overt,
Why do we see things are we are
And not as things are?
Perhaps because we ponder over reflections,
and forget who we are.
Perhaps our reflections are no longer our own,
They are defined by others...
I covet myself.
This poem may seem silly, but it has a real deep meaning.
Writing after a long time..do tell me how is it!
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