Mirror (ii)
Too many things
Come at a time, makes it heavy
With stern face, I face you
And the world, you don't have time
To think, the world thinks I am moody!
Just the world becomes the mirror
And reacts and reflects with the same stern face,
I am collecting myself, wait, to show you
My smiling face, swallowing my own sorrow,
To see your smiling face, I am very, very sorry,
I shall never bring the sadness nearer to you the mirror.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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