The mirror said the truth.,
desperate i wanted to look young.,
gracefully the mirror revealed my age.,
the fine lines on my face
i powdered with rouge and paint,
the grey strands visible beneath.,
i coloured with black paste
i was happy i concealed my age.,
with pride i took mirror to look at
alas i look older than before
i cried in front of mirror for hours
a mirror is always a mirror.,
whether broken or intact.,
with no favours,
it tells the truth without an error.
But the face is the mirror of mind, It's nice poem...well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
chanceless awesome writings........the practical truth in your poem......most people are taking huge steps and spending tons of money to look as young forever........they dont realise the truth that its the rule of this world that everyone will become older one day or the other.......if there is a oscar award for poem then this poem of yours will qualify for it........