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Nature, poetry


I looked myself in mirror

not able to recognize

the former self, wrinkled

hollow, patched skin

Cracks, folds open up 

Oozing dry white lumps 

lose bosoms hanging out

Echoing a common tale

 sordid but mundane

An ordinary but of millions

Unrecognized in sea of people

Burden of sagging skin 

Bulbous bones and aching heart

Falling sideways, a deep sigh..

Not able to recognize the

former self… consuming my 

new self, breathing  my new

skins, adorning my present bones

I simply moved on as time got over! 




43 thoughts on “Mirror”

    1. Thanks Roshan and you observation is spot on, it’s a race with time. You are a great reader! Truly appreciate it!

      1. Was trying to comment on you beautiful new poem but was unable looks like old problem!

    1. That’s very true Warren, accepting who we are and appreciating is the key. And yes beauty lies with in. truly appreciate your read!

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