SHE WAS…?
I sneak in the dark room
A girl with mirror in front was
sitting
She was peeping in the mirror like
something strange was with in
I entered the room
And stood behind her
She was still looking at the mirror
And then even I gazed at the mirror
The image I saw was really strange
That was nothing but she was within
She in the mirror was reciprocal to
she out of the mirror
The happiest she was out the saddest
she was in
The fulfilled she was out the broken
she was in
Her image can reflect the misery
hidden behind
She was broken like glass been
dropped off
She was like a bird with broken
feathers
Her sunken heart was narrating the
stories of her grief
She listened all of them again and
again
Her beautiful eyes had then a drop of
tear ready to fall
I tapped her back
And….
Then the she, was she like mirror in
front of me….
