Sometimes I stare at my image on the mirror,
Wondering if I would still meet the same person I saw,
But here I stand looking at this figure a half encouraged and half discouraged man,
I see a face caressed by fate and slapped by destiny,
‘I am still myself’ I always say,
Believe me I always think i still am,
Forgetting the fact that the seeds turn into the trees you see in the farm,
Why don’t you do the same?
I mean stare at the image in the mirror for a second,
Think about the bed of roses and thorns of bushes you stepped on,
Do you still see the same face you saw yesterday?
Or do you see a complete stranger,
I guess your answer depends not only on who you are,
Or the image full of invisible scars,
Or it being a shining star,
Lets not go too far,
The answer lies there deep in that lonely valley ….
Your heart…………….
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