The mirror said the truth.,
desperate i wanted to look young.,
gracefully the mirror revealed my age.,
the fine lines on my face
i powdered with rouge and paint,
the grey strands visible beneath.,
i coloured with black paste
i was happy i concealed my age.,
with pride i took mirror to look at
alas i look older than before
i cried in front of mirror for hours
a mirror is always a mirror.,
whether broken or intact.,
with no favours,
it tells the truth without an error.
renu Vig sharma sharma
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-16/
