Looking at the mirror
I thought I was two faced
One out
And another in
I could feel the beauty and the ugly all in my head
Wow,I probed
Can I be good and bad?
Dishing out all the sweet and bitter along side?
No merriment followed by crooning
As
I remained for hours dazed
My monologue reached crescendo
The mirror too got entwined in my dilemma
Look again,
But this time gently
The mirror spluttered
You’re not two faced
I perused in bewilderment
Glaringly gleaning
That,my true self seats in the inner chamber
A glowing the outer
I have just but a bud for taste
Can’t the two do not even in my dreams
If beauty resides within
The exterior will not betray.
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