#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 old picture on my wall shines so bright,
The old me says hug me tight.
It makes me remember my journey of black to gray hair life,
The efforts I made like walking through the knife.
My mirror which I made to stare my beauty,
Now is no more a priority.
She knows every story of my marks,
Some out of love and some became the scars.
My youth and beauty has faded forever,
But the beauty of this mirror will fade never.
When the full moon reflects on her,
Lovely she looks scattering beams like the rainshower.
Sometimes I smile,
Tears shed awhile;
As she makes me remember few left miles.
Me with my mirror,
Alone I stand,
Collecting the scattered broken pieces;
For years.
Singing song of life,
And saying myself cheers!
-Sangita Chatterjee






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