Poem

Million Mirrors

Me: Mirror mirror on the wall, is it me inside or I see them all? Mirror: I see only you my friend, your face, body, legs and hands Me: Oh! This clears my mind, I had doubts of many a kind Me: A transient lapse I suppose, I saw a million faces striking a pose X: Do you trust the mirror or your own mind? May be both if you try to find

X: In your mind a million thoughts roam, how many of them are your own? Me: My thoughts are mine and mine only, I generate ideas consciously X: Ah! The infallible spirit! But rare not one bit X: All have the same inside, denial of one's gullible side

X: Impressions you have a million, your thoughts a generic opinion X: Your mind a spongy cast, soaking ideas, molding them at whim fast X: Your ideas are not yours to say, reflected in a million mirrors are they X: In your mind a million thoughts roam, none of them might be your own

X: Is your life a struggle for perfection? Or is it simply a complex reflection? Me: I mirror no fellow man, my life and habits are unique not a sham X: Ah! The infallible spirit! But rare not one bit X: All have the same inside, denial of one's gullible side

X: A flagrant mimicry is your life, your habits are ubiquitously rife X: Naively you mirror fellow men, aping lives for reasons beyond your ken X: Coalesced images in a maze of mirrors, form your life and with it your errors X: Your life may be a struggle for perfection, but it definitely is a complex reflection

Me: Mirror mirror on the wall, is it me inside or I see them all? Mirror: I see only you my friend, your face, body, legs and hands Me: Oh! This clears my mind, I had doubts of many a kind Me: Now I see what you see, an amalgam of images that seems to be me Me: Novelty is a virtue most rare and tall, most of us are just images after all

Rajat Sinha, Mensa Delhi

I'm a Marine Engineer and am currently working as a Chief Engineer onboard worldwide trading ships.