Thou Art My Mirror
thou art my mirror
Success- is said a driving force to a soul passionate
sudden the passion drains by passing wind of ill fate
why? awhile i never saw it like this before
But burrowing awhile my soul learnt many more
For those who were called champions desire mate
Who, as the mirror, chide their sorrow until compassionate
Though pride attains us all, believe this, our misdemeanour
Might without a mirror our bitterest foe be forevermore
for this search I, one that my ill will show
whose strings touch the portion, eyes denied me know
grief thou remains mute yet i can read
A wonderous lesson from thy silent face seal`d
and with fervent scrutiny, i have thy name and my biro
Have both sign`d and seal`d for thou art my mirror
poem by Newton Ray
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