My Friend In Mirror Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

I was shocked and almost remained frozen
When saw reflection in mirror with faces in dozens
All bore deserted look remained barren
It frightened me as if I had descended from foreign

I never found myself in fix
The faces were there as each of them were made as remix
All were representing one side of dark
As if black dogs around and ready to bark

I somehow succeeded here to mushroom and grow
I tried to live with great pomp and show
Had criminal back ground but managed to live with respect
People never looked at me with suspicion and took me as suspect

I preferred to remain isolation which was shrouded with mystery
All activities contrary to what it looked and created history
I earned great fame and people took me as hero for their cause
I too worked relentlessly by sparing full time without making pause

You get such mastery from no where
You have to adopt double standard here
It is considered as great art of living,
There is perfection in approach and required great skill in deceiving

You work for no cause and still receive the honor
Falsehood spread and prevailed and has finest hour
Even if it is not projected in a manner it should have been
People will take it as good will gesture and be very keen

This fact was almost hidden and not made known to public
I was drunkard, debauch liar and pure alcoholic
Lying absolutely low in public life and pretended very humble
When time came for action almost proved and was capable?

After all we are human beings and lead life in dubious manner
It has never come before and exposed to powerful scanner,
I wished it to go on unchecked without being noticed
I will have to reply self first, before being deceived

Before tide is in disfavor and turns against completely?
Let us wake up and at least make some mends lately
It is inner lust and thirst. Which prevents us from acknowledging?
We must respond to the call before being caught and from reneging


One must stand daily in fort of mirror, introspect and ask?
Is he really doing worth or performing the task?
What does he suppose to carry out on and what not?
He will have an answer before being caught

I am not at all worried but still look perturbed,
I feel guilty from within and get easily disturbed,
It is part of life but one has to feel contended
I may work unwillingly but support has to be extended