The Mirror Poem by Chandrashekar a posy poet

I have been playing
the tiniest role
for someone's age old play
Be the writer, the director
or so called lead actor
though not really popular
Nevertheless, the character
I enact for his play or fantasy
is indeed, my most revered reverie!

Those vivid reflections galore
do rain upon to belittle and haunt me
more so when they are on the roll
few on own and many unknown
leaving hapless lads plenty
to solicit solace from
"sour grapes"!

Whose dale is it anyway?
or who owns Nile?
doesn't matter?
as I own for sure,
this grand panorama all for mine
from dawn to dusk
sans bits, pieces and hassles
to see, to smell, to feel
and often flaunt upon

Oh, here comes the pretty lulu!
the dainty doll down the lane
her arresting contour OMG!
is worth any admiration!
no matter from teen to doyen
of any class or creed
I bet my punks out there
who eagerly await to pull their
beaming chariot of lust!
later ruins, regrets
do reign apart