It sheds some light, tells what sights
without any prejudice.
Often I dislike its might
for it is my nemesis.
When it cuts, the wound is deep
though it appears so fragile.
Altered face the make-up keeps-
beguiles and false praises piles.
But as its reflections hit-
I reflect - pour wine in it.
I shall not hide from myself,
from the truth, or behind lies.
I shall seek no outside help
who tell to do otherwise.
I will not conceal my wish,
and live for others’ pleasures.
Nor for those compliments fish
designed as per their measures.
This game I have played enough-
Let my soul seek, hide the bluff.
I like you in your madness-
sometimes in your craziness.
Though appear stern on surface-
is hard to hide your softness
The dark tunnel will have light-
its glow will eclipse the bloom.
The waning moon will shine bright,
and leafless trees wait to bloom.
Thorny path has flowers strewn-
every bird will learn to fly.
The fate will roll its dice soon,
and truth will conquer the lie.
Worry not of all the whys-
all you need is different eyes.
