Off late I have not seen my mirror
I have not done my messy hair
Nor there is kohl in my eyes
Or nor any accessories I pair.
I love to adorn myself and care
The world says I am intoxicated
I can’t see that I look my worst
But then l have a mirror in someone’s profound eyes.
Where the atmosphere is sacred and pure
I am beautiful that I believe
I am no more superficial
The love is not fermented,its fresh as the season’s first night flowering jasmines.
A gift I offer ,a mirror for you ,where the soul can be seen and is ready for a cure.
.
