One summer evening,
Walking by the riverside,
Saw myreflection,
Which I couldn't hide.
It was the way,
I saw myself,
The inner me,
Not the outer self.
Appearances are deceptive
They say
Yet nothing could be
A better mirror of the mind,
Than the face
Wether to wear masks
Or be an open book to all
Should depend upon the self
Both are fine at the right time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Apurva, such an excellent poem.........................10+++++++++++++++