The Real Me
On tenterhooks I went towards her
Her countenance shimmered reflecting the dawn rays
I deep dived into her cavernous eyes.
The place where I could find my veridical Self
Those silver streaks and freckled dermis,
The crow's feet and the protruding veins,
They spoke volumes for me to hear
The sagging rind and the enfeebled structure
Echoed a thousand Words in one blink
I stood appalled by what she showed me
Was it the real me or my doppelganger?
The time had flown in Blitzkrieg pace
How long have I been on this planet?
May be zillion before this life
The mortal ages but not the soul
With each birth I will wear a new peel
Oh Mirror! Don't show just my outer shell
Won't you divulge my real soul age?
Your false reflection can't deter my persona
As with each new life my soul grows wiser
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