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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