I have a nice mirror!
With whom i love
to talk further!
It may be related to
terror or horror!
I don't bother!
I just speak
with my mirror!

Sometimes i get
scolded by my mother
for talking with my mirror.
Still I don't listen to her;
and i don't have any fear!

I told her, I just whisper;
how can people hear?
She says--
people hear something
with their ear;
and misunderstand for
somethingelse my dear!

I shed tears,
as i was unable to bear!
I was so scared;
To me, people were
looking like a bear!

Once she informed
my brother;
but he was eating
a fish liver!
Watching him
eating a liver,
i got fever and
started to shiver!

As i failed to conquer
the smell of that liver,
I went to the river;
and sat on a big stone,
that was nearer!
I can see my own
reflection in the river;
similar to my mirror!
I began communicating
with it further!

There was a snake,
moving nearer;
and people ran after it;
to hit with a stick,
that is quiet longer.
I stopped them;
and left that snake
in the river.
People moved further!

I went back to home and
again i started talking
with my mirror!


~
Archana Kuratti
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