From market
I bought a mirror
It is not
An ordinary one
It has a magical
Value
If you see in it
It will not reflect you
But your inner core
When I saw first in it
I was frightened
As I saw the devil in me
It is huge one
Yet till date it remains in visible
As I never wished to be
Yet I am
It comes out into
Open when I am in anger
Or driven by
Greed and lust
Or in me I lack
Confidence and trust
And I keep claiming
That I am an angel
But now the fact is clear
That I am also an owner of an animal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just like the mirror our minds can give us distorted views of ourselves. We have to work at clearing out those things that add clutter to our lives and only until then we will be able to see the light. Very inspiring.