A silver mirror kept in my room,
Showcasing everything in an impartial way,
It lights everything with its silver gloom,
When it gets hit by the golden sunray.
It reflects everything as it is,
Without considering how they will feel,
Some stands in front of the glass,
To perfect the look and show up class,
Some clean up face and ĺook on it,
Some sit to make up their face a little bit,
Children think their reflection as friend,
The image world behind it has no end.
If you lose hope that you can't,
Don't cry sitting infront of the mirror.
Don't look down at your face,
Your best is yet to come and beat the race.
This piece of glass can't show your best version,
Come back stronger and rule this generation.
------- Shiladitya Mondal
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