The Mirror Poem by Arijit Mandal

A brumous air barged into my heart,
with delight fragrance of the sod.
The mirror was limpid and evidenced the blithe,
of every person who did crossroad.

No soul can escape the reflection
of all the vile, the wrongs of his
The mirror can see with divine Orb,
The detour of today's humanity!

A cloud veiled the mirror
After trying to its very last,
But its weight itself it could not hold
And poured down the pellucid trust.

Oh! Humanity stay awake
Vices of thy mayest call doom
And devour thy soul, cripple and mar it,
Rise all rise for time has come.