The Mirror's image

In a quest to know myself better

I encountered, what we call - 'The Mirror'

A contraption that reflects to me

What the world sees of me

 

When I frown, it frowns too

It blinks, when I do

Surely, it captures not only my face

But my emotions too

 

Sadly though, the images are lost

As the moments pass

The mirror that I just painted with my emotions

Irritably, shows up again as sparkling clean glass

 

I grow suspicious; Who wipes it clean so quick

Who restores that enviable gloss?

Indeed, the mirror suffers from the affliction

That people call- ‘Short Term Memory Loss’



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