“Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of all”
Many times I heard the fable
When I was a little ga’l
But until the present day
I haven’t got a reply
How can a mirror select a
Winner from, those who vie
Mirror has to tell the truth
That is his basic duty
It must reflect the fact
Be it ugly or beauty
I know I was a fair maiden
But that was ages back,
It shows a different face now
With wrinkled skin slack
I cannot blame the glass for
Letting me know the truth
And hinting that I am aging,
That I have lost my youth
But I’m not, only a body,
I am not, only a face,
I’m also a soul divine, I’m
Getting matured with grace
I cannot blame the glass
~ Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India