Lost Self Poem by M. Asim Nehal
Lost Self
Umpteen times he saw his face
Spotless, clean and clear
Now when he stands before the mirror
To his surprise! Here are so many scratches
He is unable to count and recall
How and when it happened?
Was it when he cleaned the mirror?
Or when he washed his face
Now time stands between them
Mocking and joking,
When everything is lost in the dusky sky.
When you look at the mirror with a clear mind of pure thoughts, you see a beautiful face without any blemishes.
To see a clear and beautiful face in the mirror that does not mock or joke, just remain your beautiful inner Self -the Soul of sublime nature, of beauty and purity.
A wonderful poem full of profound thoughts, Asim ji.......A 100
Wow! Wow! Hi darling Asim poet, a lovely poem you have written. Dusky sky is mocking and joking. Thanks! This deserves 10 darling.
Sometimes mirror also looses its clarity in course of time ' Now time stands between them Mocking and joking, When everything is lost in the dusky sky., ....thought provoking poem 10++ thank you Asim for sharing such lovely short poems with us...also thanks a lot for all your comments on my poems....God bless you
When everything is lost in the dusky sky, mocking and joking going on. This poem is very thought provoking and brilliantly penned and shared.
Mirrors are flat. Depth of image in a mirror is an illusion. And where do the scratches belong? Is it the lost self or the lost perception of self? Well written, meditative piece of writing!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 4:55:15 AM # 1.0.0.1119
They say a mirror is a reflection of not just your mind but your soul as well. The scratches appear when the mind is clogged and confused with negative thoughts.