THE MIRROR

Once I saw in mirror 
To search myself in there. 
I searched and searched everywhere, 
But couldn’t find even a tiny drop clear. 


Sad and hopeless 
I pressed my hands in distress 
The mirror got stressed 
And broke it-self in hundreds of quests. 


Some of them tore my hands, 
Some engrossed my palm with new quests. 
My flesh and blood as appeared to me 
Only then I could see the mirrored me. 


Only wounds can be seen, no pain can be, 
Only stains are visible, no color can be. 
I closed my eyes and a miracle I saw, 
I, standing in front of the mirror waiting to be.