Mirror Poem by Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan

I look at myself in you,
Sometimes, you make me look good,
Sometimes dull,
When I come upon hell,
Still, you smile back and say to me,
That, all is well.

I laugh and you laugh with me,
I cry and you too cry with me,
I snob and wipe my tears,
You still make me feel,
That I am your dear,
As I near and near.

I shout and scream,
When I am crazy and extreme,
You keep calm and quite,
All through day and night,
Make me feel the silent,
Better that noisy fight.

You make me beautiful,
When I smile,
You make me ugly,
When I am torn and exile,
You are only one with me,
When my world is gloomy.

Hanged on the wall, you make me think,
You make me realize and rethink,
You give me an opportunity,
To look back and feel no guilty,
Chance to set right and be pretty,
Like a little lassie.

Mirror, Oh! My mirror,
You surely don’t lie,
As I see real self in you,
When I open my eyes.