Through my misty eyes when I looked at my reflection in mirror
I got a distorted silhouette; somewhat that retells of me and more of others
My adolescence reflects at some corner of mirror and fills the air with blithely hues
Relations used to be greener than earth and skies vast open and deep blue
Gone are the good times; mates left like leaves of a deciduous tree
Even If we tend to meet now it’s a mere prissiness of troubling spree

At another corner of my mirror reflects my false vanity gained through passing age
Where heart demands purpose for every action as if shackled in some robust cage
I tried hard to fit pictures of my nearest folks and pals; got no reflection of their vaguest presence
As if lone survivor I am; surrounded by equally loner world bartering fake feelings and relations

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