Mirror

A mirror speaks our true self…

In a fit of rage, I was!
With no one to reflect it upon,
With a rage burning within,
I turned to face the object of my distress – me!

I took a vase and hurled it at the mirror.
And with a crash it came down.
Cried I to it – “Break down you coward
The mirror seemed to reflect my senses – it cried back!

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Why Is It?

A lot of questions; elementary but probably unanswerable…

Why is it, that,
Caste ridden society can never progress
Yet no society has known to be sans-caste?

Why is it, that,
A man is tongue tied seeing his beloved
When they are meant to chit-chat for eternity?

Why is it, that,
Men need borders to keep organized
Whilst the heart roams scot-free?

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