#WritcoPoemPrompt53
A silver mirror kept in my room,
showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lits everything with it's silver gloom,
when it gets hit by the golden sunray...

The mirror changes nothing,
But when we see the silver ray,
There is change of something,
The rays bless us with good days,

When we look in the mirror,
For a moment we pause,
Looking at others flaws,
And just focus on goodness of heart,

We no longer consider others,
Superior or inferior,
We see everybody as equal,
We treat everyone equal,

The rays killed the evil in us,
Now only goodness reside in our hearts,
Finally the world turned out to be,
How god dreamt of it.

© 𝑯𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓